I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe it’ll let me starve.

Not because I’m reckless, or have a broken heart.

Not because I’m helpless, or want to cause harm.

Not because I’m senseless,& dk right from wrong

I yearned for a freak show, but that’s just a (pie)ce of the pudding.

Is it worse to live without faith…

Or to die without knowing who you’ll face next?