The will to death is what
keeps me alive
Again and again
Smothering serpent life
threatens me with sweetness
with eyes of love
and tears of hope
No
There's a spider in the corner
where negativity is kept
I don't want to look
only to be blinded
again
I ridicule myself
to oblivion and beyond
Til I eradicate myself
to make myself known.
(Thanks John Frusciante)
