The black cloud swirls around me,
slowly seeping into every crevice of my body.
Pain? Nothing more is this.
What is to become of me now?
Blood trickling down warm flesh and bone, neatly packaged.
Our world of reality pulsing towards the final end.
Fluttering on the edge of sanity.
Loving all................
Hating all................
Dreams of green and yellow fields,
Shallow pits in the corner of a black desolate plane.
Self mutilation merging into blissful pleasure.
The shrine of emotion is fraying.
Racing minds blurring,
Fading into the fade itself.
Dawn of the forthcoming.
Screaming alone.
Shimmering bursts of bright red walls,
Splattered...............
Decaying helplessly.
I crawl into a slumber,
To which I will never wake.
Spurts of wheezing,
Aching...........
Torn from flapping jaws of the innocent.
Craving nothing but pure,piercing lust.
Sacred amblers of unity entering the empty nothing,
Meandering through the halls of happy smothering.
A life submitting to fear.
You must escape this world,
Once swallowed by hallucinations of yesterday.

Screams piercing through the dead of night,
Obsessed and enjoying the sounds of death and fright.
Moonlight glimmering off of the surgical steel,
The pain and terror inflicted is real.
No awakening from this horrid dreamland,
It's real,
You're bleeding.
Destined to die by my hand.
The hurt you gave me is now yours to receive,
Disfiguring you so badly that no one could grieve.
Carving off the skin that shields your patheticness,
Splitting open your belly,
Confirming you really are gutless.
I toss the knife aside,
Toying with your mind.
Seeing your relief,
Are you thinking I'll be kind?
Reconsider your thought,
Say farewell to the source of all of your lies.
Selecting a new instrument for me to toy,
Cutting out your tongue will bring me such joy!
Lying is impossible without a tongue to speak..
Look at you!
Are you crying?
You are so ******* weak!
Choking on your own blood,
Soon you'll be dieing.
Do you regret you were the reason for all of my crying?
Dieing is your wish,
Your eyes are begging for it now...
The pleasure is all mine,
But with what and how?

Love.
Love is.
Love is for.
Love is for fools.
Love is for fools who.
Love is for fools who think.
Love is for fools who think happy.
Love is for fools who think happiness.
Love is for fools who think happiness exists.
Love is for fools who think happiness exists when.
Love is for fools who think happiness exists when lonely.
Love is for fools who think happiness exists when loneliness.
Love is for fools who think happiness exists when loneliness is.
Love is for fools who think happiness exists when loneliness is full.
Love is for fools who think happiness exists when loneliness is fulfilled.