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

When I was 16 I got lost in a tunnel
I had a accomplice
She was braver, smarter, and cooler
Her eyes were jet black
A voice with pure harmony
Golden brown skin and a red nose
She knew everything about me
She knew my dreams
My thoughts
My nightmares
My adoration of her
I couldn’t tell you her dreams
I couldn’t tell you her thoughts
I couldn’t tell you her nightmares
Teenage arrogance destroyed us
And then I realized
There was no US
There was an idea of “US”
It just wasn’t mutual
So there’s one other being in this world
Besides your father
That truly knows what you are Malvo
Your soul is no longer your own
You fragmented it
If only you could destroy your pride
If only you didn’t get high off an idea
Perhaps an idea
A dream
Could have been reality
It’s been years now
No chinks in my armour since then
No weakness
Not even pride
Just self hatred
And hollowness
In my fortress of solitude, I got an idea
I don’t need society’s tunnels
Tunnels of love
Tunnels of envy
Or tunnels of pride
I made my own tunnel
One nobody but me can see
One I know I’ll never escape from

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

Lavender swords swarm my mind
Crimson roses adorn my heart
The absence of god does not worry me
The presence of devils does not faze me
I am a achievement
And so are you
Am I hopeful?
No
Hope can equal loss
Am I content?
Yes
Greatness can be in my deck of cards
Or it cannot
Whatever the result, I am content
With the knowledge that I am who I am

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

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

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

I love blood
The red glow kills restraint
Crimson is what I love
It guides humanity’s hate
So raise that fist
Break some wrists
Make some lists
Violence is my song
Skulls are my sigil
Oh it doesn’t take much
Humans are fickle
A sunken stomach and a couple of blinks
It happens quite fast
So have this last drink
It could be our last
We are humanity’s Wrath
So Sing my song
And Fly our flag