sadly. slipping. you suppose you can delete these concepts shattering an already broken idea about what might have existed until psychotic intentions erupted and challenged thinking i was just another drooling admirer. someone that you could push. could ever touch. possibly perturb and find (a being) that could withstand your hatred. if i was cut like how you bleed there might have been a chance leaning toward survival. sadly slipping.
i just keep losing my beat i just gotta get out of this prison cell, one day i'm gonna be free.