Lord help me.
These thoughts of mine are ungodly.
Visions of death, of blood, of hatred.
These thoughts make my heart warm over with hate and malice.
His throat i dream of cutting.
His heart i dream of eating.
His face i dream of dismembering.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Thats all you say.
Thats all i hear.
I cant take the pressure anymore.
The blood vessels keeping me same, the blood keeping me calm... is no more.
I pray to thee god.
Help me.
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