CERTAIN CHOICE
All is lost, I’ve had my fight, Then I had my choice. Choking, squeezing and bleeding. I don’t really know what I need. Hurting, turning and burning all small things are learning. But you look at me and say. I don’t think I like you today. All things are lost. And I don’t see myself anymore. All I look at is this device. A blade reaches the flesh and cuts so softly. I never thought this could be. What is hurting me? I look deep into my soul and I never know what’s going to come next. And my eyes are blackening from this certain death. You fear my poems, you fear my look. But do I even care. Here comes the device that will prove you wrong. And I take this gun after so long. The many ways to die are the many ways to say goodbye. Hate is only beauty and beauty is only hate. Being judge is the only way I seem to relate. To have a care in the world is to be fucking this little girl. What is hurting me now? Is it your words or is it your ways. Can’t you see me any different? My Grandmother dies and all I can say is life will be better that way. I hope to see you in hell. It’s where your demons stay. And you lurk around like a fool. With you tail between your legs. And you make fun of me. What are you a ghoul? Why am I hurting? Cut the brains in little pieces, And hopefully everything will come through your mind. Cut the brains in little pieces, And you will understand. Cut the brains in little pieces, And this will be the end of man.
SUICIDE
As I stand at the metal gates. My skin is pale, my clothes are torn. I’ve been here many times before. I open the rusty old gate to hear its awful noise. I walk on the unholy grounds of this old broken down grave yard. The graves are a million years old and the dead stick up from the dry cold ground. With no skin they can’t feel the insanity going around. I walk throws the old crypt as it glows brightly into the night sky. I open it slowly, because I have a fear to see what’s inside. The stone door is heavy and hot like the fires of hell. The deadly heat hits my face like fireballs from outer space and I walk deeper in the old crypt. To feel things that I’ve never felt before. I know where I’m headed now and I know why. It’s because I felt it was my time to be done with this horrible life. Back to where it all began. Blood lied dry on the cold floor. And my eyes open wide in fear for what I have done. I feel as if no one will come and discover the horrible thing I have done. Back to the old crypt that I walk deeper inside. I finally realized that hell waits for me. To be broken and tortured.
GUIDING STAR
Little demons guide my way to a life I don’t need anyway. Little stars in the sky help me to be the queen of the longest days. Life is not so great. Life is not so bad. Mother’s dieing without her dad. People are killed in someone else’s thrill of being insane. Can’t find the mind of it all. Can’t find the stand upon the fear of man. Little girl is so good. Little boy takes her child hood. Little child is born in the middle of drugs and in the death of porn. A mind has been taken in by the storm of what is evil and in the fear of the torn. What is not human, so what is a man or a woman. To end the world. Let’s kill the land. To bring the evil upon man. I wish to see this world so far behind me.
KEEPING SINFUL
I’ve been raped by the devil. I’ve been raped by your sins. I’ve been dieing inside, I wish God would make it end. There is a great hate that goes to you, there’s that mate that could love you. Your rusty hands touch me in away that I could never understand. My mind been played with. I was raped for a deadly sin. To let you go would set me free from this evil within. There is a sin in you; there is the devil in your soul. The more you touch me the deeper it goes. There is me sitting on your bed wishing God would set me dead. But you keep me here, sitting in the deepest, darkest part of your mind, never letting me die. And if I ever drifted away I would soon have hell to pay. But you want me to keep this sin. You never want it to end. You want me to suffer and never find a friend. But you seem to show nothing. Your heartless hands touch me in places that could never be understood. I never thought you would be so cruel. But you keep me here, sitting in the deepest, darkest part of your mind, never letting me finally die.
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