“Should i beat and stab and fuck her?”. One of
the greatest lines i ever seen in a song.
i just want to know..Who am i. i look in the
trashcan, and i see rotting flesh and maggots
around it, things lower than hell, but i’m not
there.And it’s the last place to look from.
Who the f**k am i? No one knows. I’ve seen
death, i’ve seen it from the cracks in the
mirror, i’ve met some sort of satan and still.
i am here. And this is exactly where?
i write, and i wake up and can’t remember
a single syllable.
i am afraid to leave my home.
i fear the people. i fear myself. What if i
melt in the daylight?
i am awake every night, gathering the pieces of
the shadow i used to be.
And it makes no sense. Nothing. i see this
young,young girl, pretty and happy.
Kinda happy happy tv-series familygirl.
And all i wanna do is fuck her.
Than again, i don’t want to hurt her, and
i hate phedophils…Fedopils.Phedofils.
i have friends. i have activities. i study.
i sometimes even work.
And i still fail to get the hang of it.
Who am i. Am i this fuckin’ wreck that fears
people?Am i this natural born leader(My name,
my christian name in it’s whole means ” a
natural born leader sent by god” or something)?
And the people around me, especially the girls
tell me that i’m just so great.
Usually too good for them.’Tis What they say.
And they don’t know me.
i love four girls. Just adore ‘em all.
All of them very different.
One is really depressed like me.
One just wants to have a very “normal”
relationship like me. One is a sick fuck like
i am. And one is as impossible to learn to
know as me. They’re all like me, but none
of them really knows me?? And still i act
infront of no man.i wear no mask.i am me.
But who the fuck am i????