They say that love and affection is the best feeling in the world
But I know nothing in relation.
If that were to be the number one moral in this world,
I'd be hanging with desperation.
I know love,
But not the common type.
Everyone enjoys the rainbow while emotional destruction is my pride.
I learned to hurt, then look down on someone and laugh
The bright side is that I found joy in what to others isn't "right."
But not to mention...
How good it makes me feel,
To put myself in a position where my words demolish the interior
Of other people,
Of those who are weak...
I love that their weaknesses are my strengths, and their humility increases my power when I speak.
Nothing will make me change,
Nor will I surrender to true compassion
I refuse to give in...
As it is my true satisfaction.