or
how very ******* rude!*

your unintentionally agressive, shining glare
reflects on all the
silverware and china and crystal
and it's the
                       last
                                  drop.

i say,

but enough about that
let's talk about
the fact that you're really ******** distracting
(see, i can't even finish my tea!)

you are
neon and flashing, police car lights
a warning:
blinding,
seizure and discomfort inducing
and tacky
but oh so ******* beautiful

(in the wrong way
i suppose
laugh)


                       can't you see the commotion you cause?


always *******
parading
like it's something to be proud of
like you don't care
like you don't know
like you don't even ******* notice

your appeal is
offensive and
disgustingly disconcerting and
impolite

                       [ sometimes i wonder if you even own a ******* mirror
                       and if you did,
                       would you, [upon
                       gazing at yourself staring
                       like it's just the thing to ******* do,]
                       would you *****
                       (like i want to)
                       on the floor
                       on the food
                       on your new shoes ]


sigh look
can you just go
be you somewhere else,
                       please
                       ?

you're making me sick
to my stomach and
i
                  can't
                                   breathe


cough
i'm sorry,
it's just

the bile isn't helping my sore throat.

Vengeance is for God to have, But today I lay religion down to rest
The demon in my mind has been relentless, whispering at my behest
He has been in his cage far too long, he is unyieldingly repressed
I not only want to free him, I want to put his imagination to the test

My mind's eye dark and searching, the corners of my sinister mind
I have now become your worst fear and mine devils intertwined
My mental and emotional state, has made the inhumanity refined
I hate how you made me long for your pain, I am now your kind

Your flesh is but a canvas and your screams will be to no avail
You’re now mine, your soul will beg for mercy on the grandest scale
I will assault your every sense, leaving no minute detail
Until your body is lying lifeless, pointless, broken and frail

I will take my time to revive you, bringing you back to my device
There will be no amount of pain I inflict, that my heart will suffice
Before I am done with your miserable existence, infliction so precise
I will nourish every animalistic desire,until we felt you paid the price

You have uprooted in my heart an evil, that cannot be undone
The angel of death is upon you waiting, your suffering just begun
There is a special place in hell for you and I want you to see it
And if I burn with you for my revenge, then I say so be it

Taking your pride, shoving it down your throat with my baron hands
all that I can taste right now, what the voice in my head demands
For you there is no more wasted life, your breath will let you endure
And there is no second thought behind my vengeance, my hate is pure

With deeds now done and lifeless you lay
At my feet, which death did not show haste
A smile without tears did appease my lust
For your soul and blood that I did taste

A man standing tall; a madman in leather shoes.
With a wave of an unseen hand, with the aid of a pen,
The thoughts and minds of a species are forged.

The beasts teach by doing. The evolved teach by writing.
Yet a word only contains the truth one assigns to it.

So where does honor reside?
Where does that unconquerable and objective
Nobility rest its tired limbs?

Is it found in the ****** of lawlessness?
Or in the temperance of our betters?

Is all certainty lost to them?
With abandoned streets and crowded fears,
The evolved, so different from the beasts,
Look nervously for that that unseen hand.
That hand aided with a pen.

And still,
Safe amid the outer rim,
The beasts look on.
And the proud and evolved accept their blindfolds.
An existence where truth and falsehood ...
Where good and evil ...
Where freedom and imprisonment ...

... Are all just words written by an unseen hand.

I'm seriously considering blowing my brains out,
Gray matter that used to hold my consciousness
now plastering the walls behind my carcass.
       Blood Art,
a new cultural norm for an over populated planet.
Euthanasia be dambed lets ****
the innocent,
the consumer,
the ******.
I could cure this planet of all it's problems
if only I had more ink in my pen
and more shells in my Shotgun

Oh what hopeful prayer i send to thee,
In this my hour of misery.
A belligerent death has done so wrong,
A wind has blown with brothers gone.
A face not mine in reflection i see,
and mirrors now they frighten me.
A voice of better times sowing mines,
and my eyes kept missing the growing signs.
The sight of razors such a heavy weight
this stretch of rope and a growing fate
It takes fifteen feet or five minutes of blood
the thoughts come on like a raging flood
so I raise my sword to fight this more,
though one day life will lose this war.

No one notices the sky's perpetual gray, until you are
          covered in ash and gunpowder.

Light is not welcome here, and yet the flames of
          burning cities blaze a welcoming path.

Shallow graves and even
          shallower hearts. . . .

You were only seventeen
          when your role in this battle began.

We were your friends

We followed you,
listening,
wiping your tears
when the petty cruelties of teachers
were too much for you to bear

We knew of your loves,
what loves a middle-schooler can have,
of course,
and we relished your stories,
your knowledge

But you were afraid
afraid of our
looks,
words,
personalities,
and for your reputation

You cast us aside,
the used tissue
you showed me once
after blowing your nose in it
that fourth grade day

I had to hold my sister
as she cried

And I hate you

Maybe I'm meant to be miserable,
So people treat me like ****,
Do I deserve it?
Am I cruel to you like you're cruel to me,
Do I get off on it?
That's the question,
Masochism for the win,
I ask for it.
Something about my ******* face,
Disturbing and queer,
Heck I'm not even ugly,
You're the ugly ones,
Plastic faceless *******,
Hit the new trend
Hit the new music
Hit the new style
I'll hit your face

                                                                            Ignorance
                                        Depression

I get help, yeah I do.
Did.
Whatever.
They told me im obsessed with you
Im low risk
Im low risk to your ******* way of life
You want to underpay me
I'll undercut you
You want to hack my facebook
I'll hack you to shreds with words
*****, *****, ****, wankers, ******* all, every one of you.
Sticks and stones will break my bones
I hope my words sear into your soul


I get caught up bent and frustrated
How can I forgive the intent
The action is done is gone it's past
Its the intent that burns, lingers, smoke in my flaming ******* face
There is no other consequence to your actions but to physically and Emotionally scar me for life.
You're changing me
But I'll just get stronger


You'll always be weak.

Always spitting poison
With that your truly blessed
You want another apology?
Well, I did my ******* best

Life doesn't come with a book of how
Of dos of dont and must
Understand I really tried
And I'm sorry for your disgust

Life is never perfect
It wasn't meant to be
Just know I really really tried
With all I had in me