Total Abuse – “Excluded”

BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERGHHHHHH. These longs nights of loneliness and whiskey-bloated-stomach urges the convulsive puking, spraying my bathroom walls with an opaque worn-out-green mixture of blood, bile, gastric juice and spit. I want to flush my own head in the toilet, cut my own lips, slash my own cock and feed my neighbor’s retriever with it. End up all anonymous sex tales, this private bacteriological war that happens between sheets, an armageddon of fucking, whoring and soul killing. But then again maybe I enjoy it, that’s my own total abuse, my self-perception of decay, punk… I’m already dead.