To them I feel like steel, pulp, salt and peel

Nothing is real and nothing is not a thing

Reminder pinch and sink one more inch and synchronise

with it's terms. Decline, it's in here you will find

Splintered times and sling blade kinds that are going to

Cut you down blind. Suspend and mend your kind how?

It's the prevention of the mind fuck. I've just gone and

Reinvented my fuck!

I don't bleed for the things that sink and scathe

I don't need those things with tits and arse

I don't think I think there is anything true

A lover scathed harps in vain that harboured paint to

Celibacy

I heal like feel like what? That I'm not complete

Without it whatever it me be not passed down onto me

Down through the family tree and so where the thing that

you don't want to be

I am not your sun why I'm no ones

Is because I don't make excuses

for what I am not like yourself



A hurter and stealth

You've taken my heart now my dick and go fuck yourself

I have tried to lick and cleanse the purpose in the hope

To adhere one train of thought in you

I have stooped and lessened myself for

I predict and hypothesise that these

Outcomes and they are always so precise

I predicted this outcome although I am not blinded

By the lover of lies

All through the lust not the

eye not to be mistaken again

Fuck you! You'll never hurt or

understand for it never was in you

I don't bleed for things that sink or scathe

Thank you, fuck you, there! Do I think there is anything

true? Love it scathes, discovers pain

Face it although I don't

My bliss in denial

Fuse it to bind you refuse it to remind you

Conclusive I bind to celibacy

I don't bleed for things

That sink and scathe

Blissed by myself