Look and stare
Look and stare
That's what you do best over there
Look and stare
Look and stare
Like a beast caught in a snare
Talk, and laugh, joke about me
But coming for you I will be
I am the monster under your bed
The nightmare in your head
Take one last look around
All you hold sacred
Is just another reason for me to fight
Look and stare
Look and stare
The last thing you'll do
Is stare at me tonight

i wish you hated me, so leaving you would be easier.

By Arcassin Burnham

Spare the details , scratching with these nails,
One look at me and your body will be mangled while being
impaled,
I'm not a ****** or a murderer , I just love to create art,
Where ever my pencil will take me and I'll I feast on the fact
that I'll let you relish in that,
I'm emotionless to pain even when it's brought by the bat,
Experience hatred for a world where men will slaughter other
men,
Where evil thrives and the man upstairs won't come down
to defend,
The idea of killing my boss in the past , it'll had made me
laugh , how can I pretend?
Where is my purpose in this life when that purpose is
clipped from under me?
As far as I'm concerned , there's more books to burn
of a past that no one knows,
I'd rather isolate myself while watching the *******
world set a blaze in a perfect cemetery.

You rip what you sour, the society says
While ripping off of you whatever you have,
They tell to never stop believing in good
While making all bad things look like as it should.

Deceiving, robbing and killing everything in you –
They say, “it’s a law, obey or we’ll make you”.

No freedom is left in this world of power abuse,
Where rotten people rule, and prodigies are being refused

Leave your treasures,
Forget to listen,
To all of your peers and their sayings,
Your cash can’t help you here,

Killing lies,
Till death do us apart,
Killing lies,
No care can be too much,

A field of lies,
Truth mines,
A tragedy,
Serine oblivion,
Pure bubbles of treachery,

Killing lies,
Tonight won’t end ever,
Killing lies,
Get “A”s you’ll do well in life,

Death in jubilation
Of truth’s explanation

The shadows and consistencies
        The same old songs are killing me

Today I need unfiltered light
        A life away from reflective screens

Today I need another me
        Today I need another me

Some people like to watch the world burn
Some people would love the table's to turn
I would like to take a gun
And have a little fun
Deleting every evil person
Killing them with one bullet
And going through with it
'Cause if they were dead
Shot right in the head
The world would be ten times better
Thanks to me
Going  on that killing spree
But then again
Thats a sin
But i'm an atheist
So its still a win
To rid the world of sin
You must embrace it
Taste it
Become it
'Cause mankind is a delicious peach
And evil is the pit
And Im going to cut it out
Before the casualties mount

The manila envelope was full of ****. It stank so ******* much. There was too much of it. One example was this: a tattooed skate boarder was blown away after being severely beaten. He was full of lead. The stitched up bullet holes showed this. There were 6 or 7 in his upper body. It was amazing how the mortician cleaned him up. He looked asleep. And was, forever…

…part of the current mad presidents run in with criminals. These included druggies, robbers, gangsters and a whole lot more. But such things weren’t so simple. Many innocent people got caught up. Rather than admit a mistake, the cops had a way to deal with this. They planted fake evidence, be it drugs, guns or ammo. Along with fake accounts of the cops being fired upon. Of course this did happen, professional criminals had back up and weapons and made the security forces pay dearly, now and again. For the most part the Extra Judicial Killings were just that.

The dead man here was a musician. He thought he was going to sing but instead he was an EJK and blown away. It was a shame his friend was a known dealer and on the ‘List’ of known and wanted and targeted people. So he was collateral damage. This was fine in the eyes of the law, for a dealer had been exterminated. An innocent died, so be it…

…the innocent would no longer skate, be tattooed, drink beer, dance, or anything else. For he was dead. All part of the bad dream that was the Philippine drug war that killed thousands. All wars ended…