You still need Therapy,don’t you?
Speaking Ill of all the Angels that feed you while
You were still bleeding;
Weaving a guilt of sin to cover up past Errs.
You still spew Honey from a Throat filled with
Songs of Death.
There is no Shadow,
There is no Light.
You are made partly from Empty Spaces And Sparks from Hell,
But You still need Therapy don’t you.
You Can’t Afford Therapy.