Escape To The Void

The pest in the eyes of death follows us
Through the dirty streets of blood
It begins to eat inside us, decaying our bones
How will we escape if the void covers our lungs?
We are buried in the spewed trash for ourselves

A fearless warrior for everything but one thing. A fucking chicken, afterall.

Feeling stupid, feeling... useless! Today I've my whisky for company. At least "she" won't throw me away...Why do I keep on writing these things if it's only up to me to change them? ... I just need to face things by another point of view and to act. Simple, logical, advisable...

Sometimes I feel the need to be deleted and rewritten after. 

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Why am I still writing?!

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Fuck, there wouldn't be a better opportunity for one say to me "get a life, you stupid!!".

I look at my face on the other side of the mirror
My face falls down in pieces full of worms
I burst my rotten heart with my own hands
I'm dying and I can't help myself