Cold.

So very
Cold,
And,
Callous.

You never should
Have left me
Alone,
To freeze
In the wilderness.

By myself,
And,
All those friends
Disappeared.

Their sympathy
Turned into
Disgust.

And I found
I was warmed
By my rage,
My hate,
My spite
My contempt
And
Pride.

Your tough love,
Your good intentions
From your comfortable
Bed,
Did
Nothing,
Except make me rely
On myself.

No angels to
Save me from
The exposure.

No compassion
To warm me up.

Just the fiery
Fury
Of
*******.

Cast off
And forgotten,
You wonder
Why I'm so bleak,
As you strike me
In my weakness.

There will be
A reckoning.

And I
Will be out
In the cold,
Waiting.

Every day
Drones on like the
Next.

And I'm tired
Of this life.

All these people
Deserve
A good time,
Cause daddy called
Them names.

These sadistic
Cowards,
So called
Positive
People
Who can't leave me
Alone.

Say the script,
They demand,
Love innocuous *******,
Praise the mediocre,
And know
Our suffering
Is greater than all,
Even though it's
Just a mild
Inconvenience.

They demand
I
Worship at their alter
And validate their existence.

They're more important than me,
The authorities
Told them so
And they're rebels,
Rebels rebelling
Against disobedience.

Conformist
Swine.

You know,
Everyone's like them
And they **** all over
Your wants,
Your perspective,
Your expression.

Because,
You deserve it
Cause,
You're not different
Like them,
You're different like you,
And we hate that,
With love.

They're entitled
To their opinion
And
It's only right
To destroy yours.

The priests of the state
Demand
It.

They have the fairness
Of tyranny,
The good
Of dictation,
And the heavy burden
Of some kinda truth.

Everything,
Sanitized.

Everyone
Stereotyped.

And not only do they
Know your life
Better than you,
They know how to fix it
By destroying it,
And making it
Their own.

I will find you
On the River Styx,
Charon,
And
I will steal from you
The farthing,
To pay the
Devil.

Hades
On
Fire.