Masacistic
Artistic
Unnrelated
Annihilated
What I want
And what I need
Are two completly different things
What I see
And what you do
Show me now that is through
Its been too long
I can't wait
There is nothing to seal this fate
Can I see
What you do?
Or is it something odd inside of you

Shooting up and roiding out
Gets you ripped without no doubt

But in the end is it really your friend
When it takes over your body and kills again

As I pound the things my hands allow me to reach I relinquish belief and go against my preach

Little bottle of **** is all I got left

Born again is what I say I am a monster who got his way

Little bottle of **** that aims to please

No regrets for what I've done I bled your well dry so ill get another one

Little bottle of **** rips open my chest

Bring me creation so I can destroy these things you hold dearly to me are just a toy

Little bottle of **** brings me to my knees

Finally solidifying this uncontrollable rage
I am full of ****, tear u apart from this page
Firmly grabbing u by the neck
Squeezing and squeezing til my fingers touch my palm
Unlimited power as I stomp through the earth
Nothing can defeat, ****, vanquish, or subside
Unholy and unmerciful "I have no regret for the souls I've destroyed
You are nothing to me, fiction, merely a toy
Bow as I enslave you all
Following my every ******* word
Run as I call"

But relief will never come
I am the one you all empowered over and over
The one you pray to and ask for forgiveness
Ill crush you without a flinch

With thoughts of pain
And thoughts to strain
There is no weight
Like the one on my brain
With everything to lose
And everything to gain
There sits a monster
Claiming my name

A million pounds in his teeth clench
Unholy demise accompained with stench
I can only hate such a being
Who claims to be me
But when I notice the familiarity of his presence
I am enlightened by the inigma

As the clock ticks I regress
There is one thing I've yet to confess
When taking sight upon this hulking mass
I didn't give it enough time. I glanced too fast
I now know what I was looking through
That rusty old mirror with a harsh reflection
When I see my self in it I shudder in revoltion
Bleed. Please until there is non left
I've destroyed everything in my path and finally now can regret.
Alone in this ******* attic
Another voice appears trying to cause havoc
I can subside but for how long?
Will it even be worth it? To sing and write with my mind so strong
It is suppression
It is oppression
It is self hate
It is annihilate
It is power
It is want
It is ugly
Nothing to be proud to flaunt








As the clock ticks and I regress
There is one thing I've yet to confess