My life seems so much ******* better than I ever thought it was. I try to be ******* positive but there is so much **** out there that isn't. I try to have a positive outlook on life but what the **** is right when I turn on the news and see ******* killing each other and ending life. Who are you to ******* decide to take out someone but if I was in your position I probably do the same thing. There are so many ******* that need to be hung, a bullit put to their brain and their blood spilled all over the rug.  **** it, shoot them out on the pavement,  line them up and have a firing squad blow them the **** away. I want to be like a serial killer, so many ******* that need to be dead today. I see them walking the streets, I hear it on the radio, turn on the news, I see them taking advantage of me and you. Getting rid of the nuisance would be so much better.

Assure your child she is
safe within the confines
of your embrace; tell her  she is
free from fright within the bounds
of your  sight. Convince her  that
a voice  as sweet as hers deserves
no other ears than yours;  let her
feel that to be  free, safe, and sweet she
needs no noise, she needs not
speak. Make her believe that
silence is the air she must
breathe; then show her your candor --
cut her tongue.

Here we are!
To live and inevitably die.
But before we do,
let’s put it off and ****
all the life encompassing us
until it loops around
and kills us back.

Last night I stayed up again,
Thinking,
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty,
And a bread loaf is not stone.

I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm not wrong;
That nobody,
Yes, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
For alone, all alone,
Nothing seems right or clear,
So nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires,
Who posses money that has no use,
Their wives run round like banshees,
Children sing the blues,
They've got expensive doctors,
With no cure,
For the weight of the stone they hold inside,
But their lucky,
For nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Not alone, all alone,
Nobody, not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you can listen closely,
I'll tell you what I know.
Storm clouds are gathering,
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering,
And I can hear the earth moan,
Grab a partner,
Or our end will be sooner,
'Cause not a soul,
Can make it out here all alone.

Not alone, all alone
Yes,
nobody,
Not a soul,
Can make it out here alone.

we saw each other for the first time

since you left

and i was an apathetic mess with my arms crossed over the hole of where my heart used to be

and you were a regretful paradox with clear liquid weakness lining your eyelids

i looked at you with empty eyes

and you grabbed a knife and stuck it in my abdomen

you carved and dug

you were looking for the part of me that loved you

that needed you

but you killed her when you left

You twist my hands, and my mouth
kept still. Again and again.
Turning blue and purple, they are dying.
And I thought: Is this the way
holding hands feel?
Suffocating, and miserable,
I don't think this is right.

We stayed statuesque, out of sight
of crazed eyes, and my mouth kept still.
Vibrations stuck between the walls
of my throat. Under my mind, above my chest.
And your hands are still on my hands.
And now they're turning
into the early night.

This is how we die, you say.
Even nothing has been forged
into my memory. Your hands had killed mine.
Over and over, i cling to the possibilities.
And you let go when my hands are gray
walked back into your skin.
You are nothing but a murderer.

And this is how
I cannot go back to you. You are smart
I applaud you. That's the thing
anger is an impasse. As you are.
And now, i wonder
why I didn't think this before
**You were killing the very thing that i could hold you to keep you mine.

Six months on, and hundreds of offspring later,
She is much too languid to even move.

The listless queen bee is stung repeatedly;
Her own children have seemingly turned on her.

Once good and dead she is tossed from the nest.
Merciless? Or mercy killing?

I will leave you to decide.