they shoot mad dogs, don’t they? I’m afraid they might shoot me I’m maniacally rabid depressive vicious, vain and cruel I’m the monster you need to balance your truth just blame it all on me my victims always do but no matter how far you go you won’t forget me I shoulder your guilt and your complicity I’m the beast you once loved the
only friend you had in whom you
placed your trust when you were
frightened of the dark
you’ve faced a lot of shit some of that came from me I could tell you that I’m sorry but what difference would it make? you’re not alone with your feelings it’s a communicable disease if you need a fine example you can always look to me
I got rabies in my soul and a monster to appease it might take a silver bullet to finally set me free
