My God told me to skin you alive

Pass me the gun for mans extinction
I piss in the fountains of youth you drink from
My stomach got young dead orphans in it
I eat from trash cans at abortion clinics

I know you suffered but I don’t want you to hide, it’s cold and loveless, I won’t let you be denied. Soothe me, I’ll make you feel pure, trust me, you can be sure. I want to reconcile the violence in your heart, I want to recognize your beauty is not just a mask, I want to exorcise the demons from your past, I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart. You trick your lovers that you’re wicked and devine, you may be a sinner but your innocence is mine. Please me, show me how it’s done, tease me, you are the one.

After a night out all I really fucking want is a happy meal. Why do I have to live in a town without fast food franchises, fuck.

The same argument always stands, is it harder to have lost a parent before you’ve ever known them and live your whole life without, or to love a parent during growing years and have them take from you? I don’t mean to sound harsh. It just always dwells.