My rib cage bruised over time,
It cannot endure any longer.
One bone after another,
Breaking-
Rougher and rougher.
Enormous feet,
Stomping my heart,
A giant tearing it apart.
Lungs such as mine,
The Reaper finds them
Divine.
Breakfast of charcoal,
Supper of cigars,
My veins-
Dipped in the blackest of tars.
Lonely,
I seem to be,
But unlike most of you,
At least,
I am free.

Society tells us to be pretty is to be thin,

but why does it feel like we're wearing no skin?

Society tells us to be smart we have to have a heart,

but why are we slowly falling apart?

Society tells us to live is to feel,

but how come we feel like we're starting to peel?

Society tells us that life should be good,

then why do we feel so misunderstood?

I want to beat you to death with a blunt object.

I want to grab one of those high-end fashion mannequins by the ankles and bash your ribcage in.

I want to sharpen fifty pencils, bind them with a rubber band, stick the lead ends in your mouth, and punch the erasers.

I want to strap you to a bed of nails and then strap that bed of nails to the hood of my car so I can watch you suffer as we drive over speed bumps in a mall parking lot during an earthquake.

I want to burn your dog in front of you, mix his ashes with gunpowder, melt his bone-shaped name tag into a small metal ball, load it all into a musket, and shoot you in the face with him.

I want you to somehow survive a terrible car crash and then somehow not survive a small fender ****** on the way back from the hospital.

how dare you lessen my existence
i am a sandstorm;
everything i walk through, i destroy
i am a blizzard;
everything i see, i bury underneath

don't you ever try and think of me
as just drizzle
i will walk through you and crush your bones
with one look
i am beyond your imagination

i am your worst nightmare
*don't you ever diminish me again