No this isn't your average author's update,
It's just another word for this story of hate,
I've just been really unable to think straight.
I hate this life sometimes,
Right in the middle of this city of crimes.
Hell i could still fight all day,
If it's for your voice and say,
Yet im still laying down here in bed,
For all i can say it could just be in my head,
Hopefully it was because in that dream you left me for dead,
I no longer want to be the whore in your bed.
You can fuck off now im done,
I no longer want to hear your stupid puns,
If you bother me any more you'll meet my father's guns.
I don't want to contemplate,
I feel traped in an extra large crate,
At this rate i'll only be deadweight,
And they will have you by checkmate,
So hopefully i can return before they open the floodgate,
And increase our deathrate,
And so i shall have us amalgamate.
To create the ultimate sense of unity.
