hollow vomit in my heart,
breaks and chokes every part,
i'm unholly dirty and stink,
Of bile and hatred and a rip off of lynx,

i can feel the cobwebs inside,
unbroken,
the only things keeping me alive,
rip out my guts wont rip out my pain,
in death i will still cry out in pain,

no hope to scared to die,
lost in the night were i can desapier and pretend to die,
coward ,bastard,hurt and destroid by the one thing in my life i wished for,
i keep dying in a cold imbrace deathly body and deathly face,

i cant ryme wt is the point,
if i do i'll only make crap poetry and be defaced,
my dirty heart cant stop hurting i must be doing sumthing wrong bt i just cant see it!

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