Triggers.
Spawn of a mother´s silent scream.
Greyish sludge, heart-stained.
Scab of trace.
Haze of agony.
Malicious triggers.
You bitchy sluts!
Get off me!
Drowning fire in fire.
Scalping emotion by emotion.
Embraced my disgust.
Enhanced my hate!
Bless my morbid visions.
Visions of a ruin´s past.
I fancy you, my brain.
I ritualize your wickedness.
I honor your efforts to fuck me.
I like it dirty as you know.
But next time, my dear, I am gonna blow you off!
Mission accomplished.
Saved myself.
Disburdened.
And you know what, it feels fucking good.