A Festival Of Flavours Seeping From Within

Exonerate my existence with a careless twist of your soul knife,

deeply dug in my insides to hurt not to kill,

you want me to suffer,

you want my tears,

you don’t want me to die,

you exonerate my existence,

you wipe my slate clean,

YOU WIPE MY SLATE CLEAN!

you rely on my pain,

you fill your cup with my meaning of self,

you distill my everything,

you dine on my tears,

as I beg to die,

PLEASE,

PLEASE LET ME DIE!

PLEASE LET ME DIE!

you exonerate my existence,

you wipe my slate clean,

you feed,

you fine,

you are all you can,

because of me!