I want it to be like the old times
I want the sound of my name
To make you sick to your stomach again
To make you quake in your boots again
And to treat my confirmed sighting
Like a time bomb in your proximity
God knows what could happen when the timer goes
God knows what damage it’s gonna do again
Love and devotion comes and goes
But hatred lasts forever
You get nowhere being pleasant
Infamy has brought me nothing but immortality
Love makes me question my visibility
But malice is the uncanny proof that I’m still alive
I tried to get down on my knees
I tried to indulge in the art of worship
But they only showed me a sigh
People get bored of getting what they want
Only by taking you to Nirvana then cutting you off
Does true devotion really begin
Lnc0
Domestic Poetry 