Beat me down with your dirty fists that have been laced with bleach,

I want to be scrubbed away like a stain on your silky clothing,

I want to be washed away like a bloodly drop on your lips,

I want to be the pig that hounds away everything that you wish

Filthy Filthy Filthy Sadists

Despair is the ray of forever obscurity that wraps around god's hands,

Inching closer and closer to feel something -- that always ends up as nothing

Everything is pretend

Be the pig, be the dog, be the useless toy that never could belong (in a world so censored)

I'll pluck you like the strings on this lone guitar that screams for the passionate hands of its user,

I'll play the melody of the night and maybe, filthy pig, you'll dance in fright

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In a tribute to: Jill and D'espairs Ray. Aishiteiru mo.. buuta..