The Pain Inside Me

My mind is consistently…

Mentally strapping explosives to pacifists, the lone emotional masochist,
The safe haven for catalyst, strategists, the hopeless and savagest,
Resides in the mental passages, of a ravenous sentinel, Banished,
To the caverns, never to surface, forever been worthless, Deserted,
Till the nerve circuits get severed on purpose, and every person,
In reach of the electrical currents, dispersing, lose their breath in the hurt when,
The meth isn’t working, whats happenin, the sleek glaze, of a blade, in my abdomen,
Is aching, in havoc, and, I cant take it, I’m shaking so fast, and then,
My face is in shambles, when, i notice its my hand on the handle….Damn.

While I’m Here

Pay Attention….While I’m Still Here,

Till this point you’ve listened you’ve followed me,
and every inch in you’ve honored me,
cause obviously I’m more than a prophecy,
I’m more than accomplishing a morbid lobotomy,
through a course of philosophy
that otherwise you couldn’t possibly
of thought up, a prodigy,  There’s honestly
A form, no a side of me, no a Storm
Deep inside of me, That tortures
and cries to me, and at some point
in time it seems, I Transformed
From the deepest Corner in pieces,
The horns of heathen, more than demon,
An Omniscient, religious, immortal conceived,
No REBORN without seaman,
With a taste in my mouth,
of the blood on the thorns around Jesus,
And even a new me’s apparent since,
along with a new breed of arrogance,
Cause my tongue is so lethal,
my gums, the breath in my lungs are unequal,
They’ll melt you, so go ahead
put up a defense, it won’t help you,
your sheltered, your helpless, and your God won’t come save you?
Your parent don’t love you, and your loved one’s have raped you?
Your jaded your cold and you long for the grave soon?
Your strong your dependent, its nothing I’m able,
To change you, to break you,
To make you a slave to
My thoughts, to my talk,
But it’s my heart that enslaves you.
It’s the rage in your soul, to think that all that I gave you,
the walls that I break through, and the eyes that you gaze through,
Could all go away soon…
I made you
You’ve been told this all and you take me?
What wrong with you lately?
Your not strong!? or wait…maybe,
Your all contemplating, the thoughts that im saying,
Your crazy? what wrong you don’t hate me?
You can’t
You can CLAIM i upset you!!
You can CLAIM your wreck too!!
But we both know you can only feel–what i let you…
So while I’m here listen, pay attention and question me,
Each sentence, each breath and parentheses,
I want you to learn so that you get the best of me,
So that I rest at ease, knowing you loath me,
and all you’ve detested me, cause you are what you hate,
and when I’m gone, your my legacy….

You Know Me

You know me? Really, your sure? I doubt it…

God I’m so twisted, live and explicit, you lie that I’m gifted, the truth is I’m putrid, a mutant , a sickness…  Your stupid, your human, your future is missing, just listen, JUST LISTEN, I’m evil, enticing, and crying at night when, my wrist don’t bleed when i slice it,  and life just,  seems so contorted, you bitches don’t listen, or know what i mean by I’m morbid, i mean that I’m more than, you people, your lordship, I’m horrid, my insides are pouring, with toxics and vomit, from lieing so constant…. cause of fate, I’ve been cursed too, plus i can’t stop it, honest, its really not conscious, its in my nature to hurt you…

I practice so often, now I’m laughing and taunting, damn so exhausted, …..why did i get into this, why not stick to simple shit, why couldn’t i be manipulative before i lost my innocence, cause now my soul existence is the removal of your impudence, and given this, you can see I’m evil inside, It eats me alive, i don’t bleed, I’m a God, So why do you love me, my eyes are so ugly, they see in your soul, and force you to hug me, they force you to need me, they force you want me, They force me to feed on your corpse when I’m hungry, they torture me, stun me, every morning their hunting, sitting and ducking, waiting to strike and get a grip on your stomach, you think your in love your a victim of something, and then its too late, you can’t do shit…cause your nothing

No One Is Healthy

Life is a terminal illness, Death Rate 100% …

Blackened Lungs twitch of nervousness, a nurses wrist, purged and slit, keeps gorging organs on bloody surfaces, we thirst and spit, in the faces of earth and crypt, life is a medium of worthlessness, where everyone I see is hurt within, and they cant breathe or sneeze without being Cursed again! Their sores pour constant, the toxins in vomit, soak through the boards in their floors while their choking is violent! Their throats are embalmed wit, mucus and puss, that oozes and thrusts, their goo through your ducts, till your jaws permanently open from puking it up! And as you move through and touch, the juice from your guts, you collapse on the food that you chewed up for lunch!, And as soon as your up, you feel crude and abrupt, and sucked in those fluids, the instant, you realize your sickness, your mind, and your wounds ….self inflicted…