• I live for tragedies
    Like birds live for the sky
    Because when I close my eyes
    I dream of one who dies

    Pain is my guilty pleasure
    In a sick and twisted way
    The suffering of others makes me laugh
    Like a tiny child at play

    Yet reality grasps my throat
    And squeezes until I choke
    It’s fictional misery that I crave
    And the same that’s got me broke

    It’s the real world that’s tragic
    Where everything is true
    And you could kill the next person you see
    And the world would have no clue