Sometimes I think I am alone
And I don't know where to go
Sometimes I wonder why I feel
So utterly inhuman
The things that I remember doing
That I could not possibly have done
Though I have hurt a lot of people
I also remember killing one
My name was Ire, I was transformed
He screamed, but still I struck him down
My hands, they trembled, then I was gone
I was a murderous hellhound
The next morning I awoke
And fear was struck in all of them
I wonder what I actually did
I wonder where my victim went
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 12:53 AM UTC
Leonardo Di
Caprio, Leonardo
DiCaprio, yeah
Jun 8, 2019
Jun 8, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Something whispers deep inside me
"You are the apocalypse."
So I set my pipe beside me
And think "I'm too high for this."
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:25 AM UTC
Something's wrong within my psyche
Something I cannot control
There aren't many people like me
Or at least I think so
Sometimes I am self-indulgent
Sometimes I am self-aware
Sometimes I'm completely present
Sometimes I'm not even there
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
Sometimes I am lost in space
My reflection is not my face
I see what's behind the veil
On the waves of consciousness I set sail
So what is this abomination
Deep inside my fractured mind
I remember all the people
That I may have left behind
And so I will not remember
With the help of drugs and *****
By the time it is September
I will have nothing to lose
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
The mural, it was of myself
Amongst lycanthropic flowers
I was in the Balkins
And 6am was the hour
I saw this in a psych ward
The strangest thing it was
To see a portrait of myself
It seemed as if I was in Hell
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:21 PM UTC
The choices you make define you
The past is who you are
But don’t let that confine you
To not going far
Mistakes, they serve a purpose
Just like sadness and pain
They are all reminders
Of what not to do again
So make your past a good one
So that when you’re frail and old
With your family gathered around you
A marvelous story can be told
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 11:23 PM UTC
UFOs and alien dreams
They stood around me as I screamed
They shone a light into my face
And declared ME from outer space
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
The moon looks like an onion
Hanging in the sky
The stars are like pinholes in fabric
Through which shines a light
The trees, they look like withered hands
Along the dark horizon
Water seems obsidian
I’ll wait ‘til the sun comes again
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
Your eyes are like diamonds
Before they were compacted
Your lips are as soft as a peach
Pit cut in half
Your skin is as white and smooth as paper
After it has been crumpled and singed
Your body is as beautiful as
That of a manatee
Don’t worry, maybe you look like a mermaid
from a distance
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 6:42 PM UTC