where i hang

all I want to do is find a place to curl up and rot.

I don't want to go anywhere

anywhere aside home.

defining home though, is the tough part.

I once did own one, now deadline expired.

back to where I started, hate and loved.

fustrated and fucked up, sometimes I just want to die this instant this minute.

so no more bullshit there is to face to see.

I'm the self centered bastard 

I glued my ears together

There's nothing anyone can do to change that

unless you talked straight into my brain

and seldome can do

seldome

So fucking tired though nothing is done

yes so tired of doing nothing and doing any

Please just let me die, this minute, so I can keep my last dignity before exille comes.

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