My heart belongs in the freezer section where things are dead and cold.
I am not a good person. The hate in my heart suffocates me, leaves me defeated, and I don't even want to attempt to let it go. As long I don't change it, it will continue to hold me captive. The sickness is within me.
Leave me alone with my impure thoughts. Let them fight a civil war and destroy what is within me, until there is nothing left.
Self-annihilation is the only way for creation.