Confrontation

When I take a risk and I end up destroying myself. Like trying to look at yourself through a mirror and ending up accidentally tripping over the glass shards that become of it.

I f*****g hate your guts.

The stuffing inside your body

The blood that runs through your veins

are like fabricated red threads.

When I'm angry,

I devour the cold.

I take it in

as a form of punishment.

I hope you rot like Adam and Eve's apple

But more than anything,

I hope I stop expecting so much.