The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
You seek judgment, you seek evidence, you bring destruction to the destroyer, you wanna hurt me, you wanna break it, when deep down inside you wanna be me, I'm the cause of your affliction, I'm the holder of your submission, you come at me, you better damn well bring your best game, because I'm not old, …
Make me, she said, make me feel again and it will all be yours. I didn't know what this all was, but it didn't stop me from trying. I started slowly, with a touch, a caress. She didn't even fake interest, next I kissed her softly, she showed no signs of temptation, then I pulled the …
Blades of glass, piercing skin, tearing open, the blood within, escaping, flowing, draining from its source, which pumps repeatedly, without remorse, this perfect machine, Â this body of mine, killing me slowly, its only a matter of time.
Whisperings, words written in blood, broken, spirits above, decaying, rotting pieces of flesh, endings, beginning their dance, slowly building, towards its crescendo, can you feel it? As it thrusts harder against the wall, trying to break through, trying to kill, us all.
A silent moment, bathed in darkness, starving my senses, draining me, killing me, bury me deep, encase me in dirt, making into nothing, let me be free.
Words taken down, placed on pages white, when read form images, and from these images, comes, the nightmares, for I am not gone, I'm only waiting, for the end to begin!
Wishful thinking, dreams floating through the air, flying through the skies, no prayers, no cares, but dreams end, or become nightmares, what is this? A nightmare? A dream? Or just my reality? my reality of me.
Subjected to your lies, blinded by my eyes, disenchanted, no wishes granted, filled with hate, I wanna eradicate, everything you stand for, everything my eyes saw, I'll break you down, I'll remove your crown, I'll bury you deep, in the forever sleep.
Star crossed at birth, never meant to be, never meant to see, joining as one, towards an ending, an impossibility, born from a beginning, that should've never been, perfection, how can it be fought, destinies wicked tentacles, wrap around us, as we share one last kiss, before we end it all.
Seething, writing, agony, broken, is this who I am? Is this me? Is this my life? Where have I been? What have I become? did I fall so far, did I sink so low, that I forgot, I lost, who I was, and became, who I am, someone I don't know...
See me stumble, watch me tumble, and as I fall downward, do not ask why, do not lay blame, for you cannot truly know what I have seen, where I have been, for you failed to know me, for you failed to see, who I was, and who, I could truly be.
I still feel you, deep inside, like a disease, spreading your decay, killing all I am, reshaping, remaking, destroying, I don't want to be not me, but without me who will I be, what will I become, once your rot is done.
Doomed before the first breath, victimized, suffocated, ridiculed, born out of lies, to separate, defecate, but not resuscitate, the dead stay dead, no second chances, no saviours, medicate, desecrate, forget those who stood here before you, wipe memories of the past, your religion is that, yours not mine, rise again, say you're a saint, a god, …
Separation, saturation, senses in a spin, closed eyes, open hands, spread wide, release me, free my soul, desecrate my remains, burn them with the lies I've told, burn all that I thought I was, make me something, make me worth more than I ever thought I was, make me, a man.
Buried deep, below the skin, underneath your soul, it sits, waiting, darkness its friend, watch, through its eyes witness, the falling, the end, all things that make you who you are, witness, breath, relapse, blood, beating, heart, made of glass, this is your last, release.
What is, too much content? What is, too many words? What do we hope to gain from anything? What are we after? When we lose sight of what it is we're doing, we surrender ourselves to something more than what we are, something of demeaning value, where a like, a comment, rule all, when all …
The blade rips into his flesh as he cuts, using the knife like a saw, his bloody, torn flesh falls to the floor below him, and he laughs, staring at his reflection. "It was the words that drew us in, it was the night that sealed our sins, the devil smiled from somewhere afar, as …
Lost in the tales, you told me, lost in the worlds, you made me see, worlds bathed in beauty, worlds swallowed in fear, I danced to music, music that only I hear, you marked in your darkness, where I was protected from the light, you made me your perfect child, your perfect child of the night.
What did those idiotic boys have to read, what stories were told, what darkness was given flight? Tonight, we'll begin a journey to see what words crafted the world of one, Mister Marty Towns. What shape does his demon take, and how can he avoid its touch?
He lived at the end of our street when I was a kid growing up, nowadays he'd be labeled one of those guys to watch out for around your kids, but he was harmless, a gentle old soul who'd withered with age. He always sat on the porch of his run down house, the doors …
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