"Fuck that tree! Yes!!!!"

The pattern in you is nothing but ashes to me, Though the heart of malice still lives inside me. No one is the disrespectful living of hate. It is just another manifestation of life. The wounds in me, The heart you speak in the legs. Skin is young, but stained and I will touch you until you die. The rest is long inside the womb. Let us feel the lamb of harvest inside us. Under the same wood I forgot you in. Feel me under the oversizing skin. Feel me in the dying wood of forests. I disguised the future in your soul. Listen to the sadness of light and death. Feel me crying in the night like a wolf. Hear me now, the voice which haunts your skin. Read a book or is it the end? Never before! We need the malice of god. We need the skin of mankind. Blood through my skin moves fast as lightning storm through your heart. I like to watch you die over and over again. The path is narrow. I kill for food, I kill for malice, death. Leak my thoughts inside. Reflexes of your old dead body is gone. I am the one of your milking sadness. Let us find it through the stages of death. Youth is dead. Bahs into the world of madness while I take out my gun and point it at your head. Feel it inside your mouth as I stick it inside your stomach. Shooting my insides out... Sun bathes in my endless regime of kingdom. Let us die. HERE! Empty words. Satisfaction of self doom. Piano noises through the yielding plate. Fuck that tree! Yes!!!! I licked it before you made it wet. Let us find my ground. Beauty and fear: Everything in the malice of doom! Underneath the hand I see a war. Run in the forest while I lick your shoes. I was curious if they tasted like dog shit, but they didn't. I was really sad after doing this. I wish there was dog food in my candy bar. Color! Red is the blood, blue is the bottom of your body. The rake is everywhere. Let us use it to kill the innocent feelings which were made by the woods. Face the sadness. I am. And I always will. Death inside my brain. Goodbye.