I'll have fun watching myself call upon unprecedented irony to murder your happiness
There, staring at the sky, arms wrapped around beauty on evil's night, the dagger pushes further inside me
Any moment, I'll cease to be different
You'll be dead, with the power of my words pressed upon your fingers
I'll cut, cut your eyes,
Cut your death note into your eyes,
Slaughter is overdue
Don't forget who I am
My past has nothing to do with this.
Blame me and I'll die
I am not just any other murderer
My slaughter turned my head
Lying at different angles
Her intentional strut broke me
Arms wrapped around my old escape
This plan is flawed
I've never hesitated to kill.
Am I the only one trapped in realisation?
This is clarity
Sadistic, horrific clarity.
This was never intentional.