Inside me.

I want to see it all burn.

I wake up every night. I toss and turn.

I want to see it all burn.

At this point even I am a little concerned.

 

Fire is a deep interest that I have.

I want to watch the world burn. Watch It go up in ash.

No, It's not because I was weak. I'm not that rash.

But what's the point? We work till we die for paper we call "cash"

 

I'll set it aflame and soothe the beast inside me till it's tame.

Call me insane but I replay when my hands delay.

Am I on the verge of insanity? I feel like I'm losing my humanity.

Every day I feel less like a human, I use shit tons of profanity.

 

I don't like them, Wish they wouldn't care for me.

I know they're here. But I don't feel like they're here for me.

Everyday I exist. I just feel sorry.

The bugs are itching at my skin.

 

If I was religious I'd call myself a sin.

I don't know. The hatred and rage is scratching up inside me.

Some days it feels like it confines me.

An alter ego, A horrendous one. All created by me.

 

I can't escape it. My thoughts are controlled by it.

I don't know, Maybe I should let it burn all this shit.

I feel like I'm falling, Into a bottomless pit.

 

Each day I care less and less.

Wish I was back at my place. Where I was at my best.

Now I just wish everybody I meet or met would just put me to rest.

Internally, Externally, For all the rest of eternity.

 

I'd most likely be better of dead.

I want to see it, My flesh burning. The sight of the red.

I just lack the led. I'm not human, I'm something bred.

I'm something to be hated. That's what they all said.

 

I'm not a prophet but I know sure as hell my emotions aren't making a

profit off it.

With myself it seems like I just can't fucking win,

 

If I was religious I'd call myself a sin.

I don't know. The hatred and rage is scratching up inside me.

Some days it feels like it confines me.

An alter ego, A horrendous one. All created by me.