My hell lives inside of a brick house. Windowless, full of noise that bleeds out from the bullet hole in the sides of my f****** head. You m**********. I'm done. A curse on your f****** head. Your blood on my hands. Years of self-sacrifice, years of cleaning up your mess. f****** ungrateful. Every f****** sub-group from cardigans to leather vests, you're all f****** s***. And I'm f****** buried in it. All I have left is short of the Grave. I am penniless and f***** up. Empty. Half of my f****** will sucked out. You're all s***. And I'm f****** buried. I HATE. From cardigans to leather vests, you're all s***. Heart hard as stone. Black as crow. I reject them. All I have left is my b**** and my word.