Sometimes i wish i could spread my brains on the wall
and you could follow the lines

Sometimes i wish i could spread my brains on the wall
see the structure
discern the way of my thoughts

Words are like vomit to your feet
I didn't mean to...
It wasn't like that...
Words are like vomit and feces

Sometimes I wish that soul was an actual thing
a concrete thing to grab to
So i could unfold it to you
like a map
like a prophecy, open your eyes

without beating you up with something,
like I feel every now and then
Not that I want to hurt you
This just makes me so anguished and hopeless

Not that I want to hurt you
Even though you seem to like it
In some really weird way

So, I'll keep choking you
until you can't breath
And I keep rubing feces and vomit all around your face

until you give up

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