the thought of you is nauseous...
the way you cover your foot steps as you walk through my mind from ear to ear, is just nerve wrecking. see in this place its already hard enough to get a moments of peace. however, i wrote myself a lullaby that may seem unfamiliar to your ears.
as you experience this masterpiece, i wish you will finally see, all the life i have dreamed. i painted out for you on the walls of your company. your heart so strung out its so comforting.
but not to me... no... see as much as my head cries back and fourth. ive forgiven the fact that i was dead even before i was alive. this world made an example out of me before i was weak but in my twentieth year, ive learned to forget that stressful piece of mind that i have.
so i did my research and your named popped up. "mission extermination." was the name that i have given you. too many birds have shadowed my head long enough for me to believe that i was dead. but as you forgotten how the mind works i emerge through the shadows as i popped above my halo just to shine my life to the sky. now you may believe that i refuse to be mislead. so allow me to challenge you in another way.
as i strike you from behind. i never wanted you to survive as a cancer in my mind, so bring on the open surgery. im taking you out myself. like a cyst growing deeper as i find its secret out. this is all very perfect.
ill bury you where you always thought i should be. six feet under my miserable sea.
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