Fucking kill me sweet fucking mother mercy of any fucking higher power
Lady of the nine heavens. Queen of the West. Soul of the South and no one in the north.
Eye spy the easterly sky, the empty horizon lights up my life.
No matter what I fucking do I can’t get it right
The only answer that will ever make you smile is my utter demise
To never have been. Be a faded memory of a forgotten dream.
I was going what you asked. But by saying anything, by asking for confirmation, I am crucified.
Flayed. Whipped. Slashed my back. Next, do my neck and my wrists.
That’s just fine. Make your arrangements. I’ll have made mine.