You ever felt that cold little tingle in the back of your head?
That sensation you get as chills run down your neck.
Your body itches to move.
To beat whatever's in your path.
Kick a kids head in.
Smash a pregnant woman's knees.
Rip the heart out of a man.
Something that draws the most violent actions out of you.
I have lived a long time with this feeling.
A ****** feeling.
Bloodlust.
Pure and simple.
I just need to hold on.
Keep from it another day.
Reality is cracking again.
Everything is blurring to red.
The screams are a symphony now.
I'm loving the smell.
Asensual copper smell.
Everyone I hate is gone now bits in the wind. Suffering in pieces.
I can't really face reality.
It's where everyone I've every loved has hurt me.
I can't stand the feeling.
I let the crack spread into a cobweb of breaks.
I'm giving it control.
I'm becoming nothing more than rage.
Boundless destructive untainted rage.
I will watch you bleed.

When  you drink
Who are you drinking for?
When you run
Who are you running from?
When you fight
Who are you fighting for?

I took the pills. I drank the water. I'm still here with the fire inside. It's pathetic how they try to change us. It's shallow how we follow like sheep. Inside no matter what we do theres still a fire burning inside. Light it up. Deal with devil that is yourself. Conquer that monster under your skin. Stop being a shell. Stop the medicine to keep it together. Stop drinking their poison. Drink for yourself. Run for yourself. Fight for yourself. Go to war and be who you are.

Take another look?
Look again?
Look for something?
Anything.
Look inside again?
Look deeper?
Search for a memory?
Something.

Then start walking. The first step is the one you need. The second maybe daunting. But then you're walking. Where is up to you. Something is calling you. Someone maybe. Follow it. Find the price and pay it. Medicine. Therapy. Friends. Family. Whatever gets it done. We'll be here tomorrow to toast to you. We're always around. Tomorrows worth whatever price you paid to get there.

They told me be who you are
They told me you'll save the day
A photogenic superhero of the day
They told me I'd have a happy ending
They lied
I haven't gotten happiness
I've destroyed not saved
Photogenic desolation day in and out
They told me to be me
They didn't tell me I was wrong

I guess I'm the villain
They say only the heroes get happy endings
So I'm a villain than
The question used to be why can't i be good
Now, now its who can I drag down with me
Who wants to be a villain

As long as I'm a villain I'll be happily dragging the world down
I guess I'm the villain now
No  I  am  the  **villain

Most people walk life happily
I can't find the comfort
I can't find that love
I can't find that happiness
I've only ever found sorrow
I've tried to end it
A razor
A  handful of pills
The bottom of bottles
A jump
For some reason I can't find peace
But I found something to hold on too
Others still searching for peace
I don't have much
But I what I have is here for all
I'm into here because others in pain
I won't say I was saved
I wasn't saved
I was helped out of a pit
Now I give that to others
This is my only thing to offer
Ill give what I have
Just ask
Message
Comment
Helps never far
There is always a reason
It's just hard to find

The sickly slice
The perfection maddening
The perfect spray
Erupting with beauty
Maddness pure and simple
The symmetry of crazy mind
My brothers anarchy and chaos
Simple Symmetry
Ran wildly across your body
More Symmetry
I need more
Don't leave just yet
You can't take the reapers hand
Not until im done
I won't let you
Slicing maddness
Entire limb loss
Goodbye old friend
May you rest in *pieces

Do you know my name?
How about my Birthday?
What about my eye color?
My height?
My weight?
My mental conditions?
My deepest fear?
My regrets?
My darkest hour?

The answer is no. You know only little. I am me. I am who I am. Age is a variable meaningless. The real question is why? Why should I care? I love the old saying do whatever it takes. Goes so well with the pen is mightier than the sword. Which is right? In a society where we are at war constantly but push knowledge instead of violence who is right? The answer neither? Because no one is right. And no religion is right either. We're all messed up. Get over it. Get off your latter and come meet everyone. Look around everywhere you look someone's there different from the last. So tell me what's your issue? We all got one. Admit it. Type it. Write it. Yell it. Own it. We are who we are. I'm a psychopath. She's depressed. He's abused. She's a sociopath. They see things. We all have something wrong. Admit your issue. Realize who you are in depth. Welcome to the world. If you think you're perfect that's one of your problems. Lets hear it! Live it. Own it. Love it. Be happily crazy with yourself!