Glimpses of Tommorow plague my mind
Visions of yesterday paralyze my body
Reels of the past week weigh a ton
A false promise is destroying what I am
What I could be
I feel Azraels eyes on me
My future means nothing to him
But neither does my past
I wish I could say the same
A false promise is destroying what I am
What I could be
The false promise of tomorrow
One of the biggest curses upon my soul
The curse of sloth

Why must I give?
Why is it noble?
Foes grow richer
The “poor” endlessly quarrel
They hinder my progress
Why can’t you see?
I can’t stand the tallest
With beggars latched on to me
My own success is not enough for my soul
I’ll make them useful, I’ll take what they own.
Power isn’t made or even given
It’s a slippery *****, so close but so distant.
My objective is complete, and I’m richer than the rest!
So why am I empty?
A void in my chest.
Do I need more pawns?
More vultures to burn?
Just tell me an answer!
I’m getting concerned
Can’t turn back now
Deaths ready to feed
I’m the latest victim
The victim of Greed

Malvo Hussein

Thrown to the dogs
I became the king of the Canines
Slept with snakes
I became the sultan of serpents
Is there no curse worthy of containing me?
For even in misfortune I find riches
Childhood memories, blood red tears.
Became rivers of Ruby's.
Worms with fast hands
Became maggots with punctured arms.
Don’t wince
Don’t pull back
Don’t contort
Out of disgust
And I pray not out of Pity
After all, I am you
I am Pride

-Malvo Hussein

I have recently discovered
There is no truth
And there is no path to it
Not through god
Not through philosophy
Not through heritage
Not through blood
Not even through the arts that I love
I have called out to Jesus,Allah,Bhudda,Krishna,Zeus,Ra, and every other known god in this universe.
The reply?
Deafening silence
I felt no presence
I felt no hand on my shoulder.
I did not reach Nirvana nor Ihsan.
The Holy Spirit did not kiss me
Prometheus did not give me an ember
I said the words
I said the prayers
Hollow silence rang through my ears.
So I have discovered
There is no truth
Not even through death
For when I die, I will experience it.
The closest thing to a truth that I have already grown familiar with through my _ years of existence.
Silence

-Malvo Hussein

Adderall is my messiah
It guides me away from the voices
Or perhaps it’s a fighter
K.Os my opponents
Free me from these phantoms
My sweet divine pill
My one true love
That heavenly thrill
Of calm and of quiet
No yelling no screaming
No blood, and no hiding
What I truly am
Its the best kind of mask  
My sacrificial lamb
It is my Issac
But I’m no Abraham.
It makes me human
It makes me whole
That’s all I want
From this accursed world
To blend in to the crowd
To _ the voices for good

Malvo Hussein