Seven Layers Of Waste
by Despair· from Pattern Life
I thought I knew. I guess I was the fool. I'll never reconcile. Every word you told me, shoved back down your throat. I'll cut your tongue and make you bleed as I did. Seven layers of waste, seven layers to cut through. Erase my pain as I watch you hang. Every ounce of hate that bleeds in me, would love to wrap around your neck and squeeze the life out of you. Your pain heals my wounds