Food List

The disconnects have become so frequent and such of the norm, that I'd rather not bother to 'plug in' again.

Somewhere lie the thoughts that I've before been ashamed of.
Too many unfamiliar faces that I once knew but step no longer to.
It'll be the most passion I've felt in a lifetime, its only so clear.
Existence will cease, everything, from right here.

Beat me deeply and scar me in the way I deserve.
For all the pain that I've caused, and the many I've hurt.
Make me clean for the dirt that I've bathed myself in.

I've become filthy <--,

fucking filthy, scum fucked <-- dirt.

I've murdered souls, by taking passion and life from their hearts; leaving a living yet lifeless, empty shell.

Beat me to show me how I should feel now.

For alone I feel no hurt, no remorse, no loss of passion.

I am not rueful for those who I have wronged.

I feel no penitence for my emotional, mental, and psychological rampages.


But I feel like I should stop just want more.






I'll never refrain when passion is in the gain.