As ghosts play around me i am numb once more. bittersweet apathy and subtle anger. the most anger ive ever felt. songs of violence satiate that hate, not for her, for myself, and descent is inevitable with a grudge against yourself. accept it? cleaner flames burn even on rubber. fuck forgiveness. you rip any happy hope i have left by saying leave. so then remember me evil. forget all the joy. i dont deserve the thought that you were once happy because of me, even if for just a little while. the last thought ill leave about is the one that i again realize how fun it is to be reckless and evil. are you made of concrete? that one fall would shatter you? no..