dangerous hobbies

The lack of sleep is a boost to my creativity me being alone is toxic finding dangerous things to fancy is my hobby like making bombs to blow away the buildings i fell in love with mixing chemicals to poison the filth we refer to as feelings shooting the temple of that basturd named lust slashing the wrist of affection because we dont need it anymore cutting the throat of forever afters so i never again receive false hope torturing sensitivity with razer blades and lemon juice wrapping a noose around th neck of love blacking the eyes of fairytales so they can now closely hear the crys of the ones they lied to gathering enough tears to drown that bitch passion throwing attachment off a clif crushing that heartless asshole crush and lastly smothering the heart because its all her fault anyway