Thoughts

Peek-a-boo
Come pick my brain
You’re a default fuck
We’re both raising Cain
Peek-a-boo
Come pick my brain
I’ll be biting my lip
Oh I’ll be bleeding insane
(Nothing more than) sKulls on a stick
There’s nothing to think about
I lose doubt a little more everyday
It’s not the right way
But the shallow, obvious say that if you mean well, than it’s all ok
I close my eyes and inside out I go falling smiling doubtless senseless
Fuck your answers
Here am I
My skin is growing thicker, molding, unfolding a monster
Grinding thoughts of a blood mouth, so look out
It’s an empty page at an empty time
Too fucking easy to be carried away with our eyes
Blindfolded blind fools dead inside
I’m faking my days, it’s too easy to hate so I’m
Chewing my mouth as I begin to blame others around me
I hate to feel the same, it’s the shame that rips the light apart
It’s not out, it’s in
I’m a fucking human being