Consequences become meaningless when you don’t imagine you will continue to exist I sit atop my golden coffin of risks King of nihilism I cut people off like my blades to string Blind to what it means, what it will bring Because solitude seems safer My darkness is my haven, it has less impact, less reach My words are made of acid, they're caustic like bleach Hoping to clean up my mess Why did I do that? How do I stop? What button do I press? #bpd #risks #bpdrisks #solitude #b