Violence resides within us.
We are capable so we should embrace it as part of us.
There is beauty in anger and there is beauty in hatred.
Actively producing desperation. A complex webbing within an intricite structure as complex as fractals yet based on the simplest patterns. A need needing to be satisfied. A cringe.
A needle scratching inside your mind and heart, slowly pulling your attention towards the dark. Tainted with the beauty of impurity. To be able to see the dark means there is a foreign understanding about light. To strive for the jewel that is unreachable. To taste the fruit you have longed for, it's juices running over your mouth as you can finally indulge and devour with greed, with lust enhancing the flavor as there is no time to savor. It's almost ******. It is almost violent.
Striving to satisfy your needs... So basic.
A foundation laying motivation.
When was the last time you devoured something you desperately longed?

Hurray, another sleepless night.

This day is gonna be a peach for my temper.

I'm ****** cuz I can't sleep.
I can't sleep cuz I'm ******.

Nice ******* circle we have here bud.

Jaw clenched and with anger burning in my eyes
I'll tell you.
You killed me....
Unforgivable.
Abusive.
It is repulsive.
Manipulative.
I am disgusted.
Dramatic.
I say redundant.
Symbiotic
it's pethetic.

You will always manage to trigger my gag reflex.
May death be the head that rests on your beating chest.
I will thrive on your despair and laugh when you get desperate
I will be there in dreams you don't want nobody to see
and I will just watch.
Suffer, struggle, scream.
Nobody acknowledges you. Nobody sees you.
Because that is the everlasting abyss that I dominate.
I will envelop and devour you
untill you are completely surrounded.
Then.
I'll turn my back.
and thrive.
Absolute Zero.

It is a curse this eye, my knowledge inside
resides in my mind inside a web of reality, perceived
I bleed to die a sigh what do I see?  are you relieved? a lie?
Pleased to meet  I courteously smile and greet
your handshake's weak so I straighten my back to hide the fact
the lion's fed, show no sign of attack
I step back and chat like an anxious cat
smile to show you where the fangs are kept
You relax, a trap? I check your stance is bad
So it's time to strike with might to prove you
that I might just see right through you.

All these words...
All these thoughts...
All these feelings...
They are born in my heart...
And a lot of them live and die in my heart...
Unjustified, silenced and oppressed.
Waves and waves of rebellions course through me
Fighting The Tyrant, Their Captor...
My heart is a prison, a seperate world
from yours and mine.
Where the silenced dead live on as Ghosts.
Ghosts that haunt their dictator
their wails of agony resounding inside my mind
at night. At day feelings of deafening defeat.
Nightmares of hellish places and
being chased and murdered, I die.
But both are feeling watched, they know it
yet continue to fight. Because fighting is all they do.
Their coldness has left my heart so numb.
Embedded in ice is you.

If you truly did, you'd be dead.

I'll leave life with my masterpiece lying in death.
I'll leave life with all the answers that beat in my chest
I'll leave life with all the insight I had in my head.
I'll leave life with unspoken words left in my breath.
I'll leave life and hug those that may be next to my bed
I'll leave life and hopefully my hope will wear me
close to her chest
I'll leave life and I hope she knows my soul
hasn't left.
I'll leave life and see where hope is taking me next.