wrinkle

You are the devil within, you wear me thin, a deadly toxin, the rhyming takes us away from the sort of torment you create. I'll be late tomorrow for my appointment for whatever it will be, it means nothing when you critisise my insides and smile for the day with only shallow things to say. i hate you and the way you make me feel for at least five or seven days without end. you are a numb clitoris, you take the piss out of me and i kill myself a hundred times in my head. I know what i'm to do but i'm too scared, i have to know for sure that there's an afterlife. how can i know, you cripple my flow, i wish i'd never read the books i've read.