They thought I was going through trauma
through my dead eyes
my rock hard posture
because of the sadness my face held
oh but honey,
have you crossed the line?
seen my sick psychopathy?
where I embrace madness and my sadistic side
The side where I feel mighty
the side where my eyes only hold the flames of hell
Honey, I'm not depressed
I'm a sadist standing on the flames of hell
hiding behind cuts and sullen faces
I'm just obsessed with the pain this cuts bring.
©psychopath
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