~Poetry by Vermillion~
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DADDY, WHY DOES GOD HATE ME

blood dripping from my wrists
scars engraving on my fists
flashes of my skin being nailed to wood
flashing images of a skeleton in a hood
hes holding an hour glass and saying tick tock
im only 6 years old how could time run out on my clock?

my spine is twisted in a knot
so bad i cannot stand or walk
cancer is eating alive my brain
doctors say 2 more months and ill be insane
i feel like thorns are wrapped around my head
and nails are piercing my back as i lay in bed

what did i do to deserve this im so young
how could something happen to an only son
my mom cannot have kids anymore
i tore apart her tummy I left blisters and sores

a falling star is on my rosey red cheek
though its upside down im sure itll grant my wish this week
a man in black with a white collar saw me today
he said God hated me and i should be in my grave

there are these voices in the back of my head
they say many bad words and that i need to be dead
they tell me to touch myself tho my privates are scarred
uncle roy did that after he came home late from a bar

i heard a story about an invisible man named Christ
no matter the problem he always made it right
so i asked him for the preacher to stop hitting me with a belt
then a voice from the shadows said "your far beyond his help"

so now i turn to my fathers wisdom and charm
he can always help me when hes not sticking needles in his arm
so when it got late and i started to bleed
i crawled over to him and asked "daddy, why does god hate me?"

and he said

boy let me tell you, you dont fit in his plan
he doesnt have use for you,you fell from his hand
if he ever needed a cripple he'd shoot the rich in the spine
you are just meant to crawl and die, speaking of which,its bedtime
now i pick you up and hook you up to the wires that kill your living cells
now i tuck you in and say goodnight now say your prayers and go to hell



THE JIGSAW CHILD

It's in the afternoon and the children eat their lunch
they don't care for their classes don't care for them that much
I hear a loud scream it sounds like thunder
They are unaware to the danger they're under
then out of the smoke comes a child in a coat
he's got a gun in his hand and blood around his throat
I see them run through the halls i see them run into the rooms
theres no use in running the reaper will get you soon
Babies dying and the grown man crying 
all through the halls you see teachers hiding
the five year old didn't choose but he's still gonna lose
never gets to be in love never gets to be a fool

oh Jeremy what have you become oh Jeremy is your God a gun?
oh Jeremy oh Jeremy you've sold your soul to the dead one
you hear a loud crash as the children run past
you thought you'd live forever now he's here at last
this bloodstained hand can't clean the other hand
your tortured mind is under the devil's command
this body you need to cleanse,this mind that's full of sin
jigsaw child put yourself back together again

he grips the trigger warmly then he takes aim
its hard to live a good life when you got lead on the brain
the beautiful people,the popular people never loved me
the accepted people,the qualified people never saw me
he was never too educated he was never to bright
he was always so dark but he'll let you see the light
this gun in your face a flash bomb and mace
oh jeremy you're scattered all over the place
a bullet in the brain society is to blame
it's their fault they gave me this name
this body you need to cleanse, this mind that's full of sin
jigsaw child put yourself back together again

take your final stand take the final bow
break the silence with one great sound
oh jeremy you said oh jeremy you read
make a joyful noise unto the lord like a good book said
now answer me this, do you believe in God before you die?
you stare into my eyes and you do not lie
you say yes and i ask you.....why????



WORDS OF A SERIAL KILLER

day by day i think of your face
such a beautiful face indeed
the milky white skin,those glowing blue eyes,that
golden blonde hair
upon a night like tonight you appear to glow
as if god is letting me know there are angels living
on earth
such a dark obsession i have for you my love
following you each and every day
hiding in the shadows waiting outside your door
ever so quiet never to make a sound or be seen
thinking perverse thoughts that are so sickening to my
stomach
like a wicked succubi you have tainted me
how can i look at another let alone fall in love
with your taunting existence mocking me with your
beauty

out on the dirt roads,out in the mountains
this radiant and glowing angel lives deep within
i shall rid myself of her, and the memories which
there lie
late late into the night i wait,never trembling,never
flinching
waiting for her to awake from what most be wondrous
dreams of heaven
heaven,for a paradise i shall never see nor do i even
dream
as sure as i am that the sun shall rise from the east
as the moon sets to the west
this temptress,this mistress of madness shall meet her
fate here with me
she steps out onto the porch under the pale fading
moons light
out from the darkness,the blinding night i charge
towards her with my blades

i begin slashing at her torso with my ever steady hand
i grab her by the throat squeezing so tightly she cant
even let out her screams
this is the first time she has seen my face,and i dare
not look into her eyes
i am afraid i may see my reflection in her tear filled
sockets
see the man i have become,see the man that fell in
love
as the early sun rises the light hits her blood
it reflects from the ground into my tired eyes
such brilliant vermillion

as my arms grow tiring,it seems her death was
conspiring
conspiring,to see our worlds expiring
as i stand over your beatin,bloody,beautiful body
i hesitate to smile,but i cant help myself
nevermore to laugh,nevermore to cry
nevermore to live,nevermore to lie
clinching my dripping blade i walk away
feeling the emotions of what i have done
what i had created and what i had become
the overwhelming finality of it all
the power i felt,the triumph,the pleasure
when i was killing you and watching you die
i have never felt more.....
alive



DEAD LOVE

i read the obituary but not for the reason their for
im just looking for a lady to take on the dance floor
i see her laying there wrapped in leather
i unzip the bag and shes as blue as a birds feather
i put on her face a porcelain mask to cover all the
decay
and i filled the gunshot wounds in her chest with
pinkish clay

through this cold morgue we waltz and we dance
your formaldehyde perfume seems to be attracting rats
we waltz back to my place where i throw you on my bed
closing my eyes trying to imagine your not dead
i put my hands on your skin, your so cold to the touch
some say im a necrophiliac madman but im just consumed by lust

i dress you up in my mothers purple panties and night gown
are you the strong silent type?cause you havent made a sound
just think if it wasnt for me you'd be in the ground
and inside your oak or pine coffin you'd be bound
our local dullards might look down on me and frown
but they know im the best mortician in town

now through this cold morgue again we waltz
oh dear my darling, i believe your head just fell off



WHY MOMMY HATES YOU

mommy hates you when your mad
mommy hates you when your sad
mommy hates you when you smile
mommy has hated you for a while
mommy hates you when your blue
mommy hates the shit you put her through
mommy hates you when you cry
mommy hates that your alive

mommy hates you when you don't go to bed
mommy hates you even if you were dead
mommy hates you when you play with yourself
mommy wishes you'd play with somebody else
mommy hates you when you don't leave
mommy hates you when you breathe
mommy hates you because your you
mommy wishes she had stabbed you with a cloths hangar
while you were in the womb



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