Come to me my little fiend
Come dine with me
On the blood of the weak and thine enemy

Demon of flesh and darkness of old
Take him down before you in his arms he enfolds

Slashing at flesh, cackles of glee
The demon strikes at your miserable plea

He says don't struggle now, your souls bound to me
Nails of searing heat tear at your flesh
As your agony and his delight, like light and dark firmly mesh

He is yours and now you are his
He licks his lips and sighs out a hiss
Take me as i am, your darkness of retribution
Enemies downfall and your weakness persecution.

Drag me under and hold me down
The more i choke the faster i drown

Take my horror and wield the knife
You pierced my skin will you take my life

I grit my teeth when the blade sinks in
Moaning in pleasure with this painful sin

I crave my torture to keep me sane
Begging you to do it over and over again

The cutting, the pain, i feel so alive
In this nightmare is where my sense thrive

My nerves on fire as blood fills my mouth
I laugh in glee as the blade slides out

Now you know my secret...
What i dream about.

Happy
Excited
caLm
hoPeless

A weird feeling has been growing over me
I’ve never felt so insignificant
I smile as tears roll down my face
My hands shaking
Make it stop

Chasing camels knowing nothing
Faded, crossing the grass!
Dollar signs in my hair, nothing nothing, despair
Something sweeps along!

Pirates (become) cool again, kingdoms crossing dens
I wonder what keeps you afloat!
In the end however
You shall ought to ought discover
You better pay attention
Cause those wallabies won’t be merciful today

An hundred ***** dozen
The earth’s cosmic crap
Don’t worry about a thing
Let it all hang out loose

The floating desert above my window
Seeing cacti from miles around
That melty feeling in the floor
Buddy, buddy, buddy, buddy

Cortisone, Caroline, chlamydia  

Ryan Reynolds’ ***** fat old swine
Never letting go of this once-ward prime
Purple moles with drills on their heads
Green dotty daughters of pinkness concoction
Creation of the nullness of the black thing-a-mah-bob
Relapse and relax, do your slam thing.

I miss you...
Not romantically though,
I just miss you...
'cause you always get me through.

I miss your face,
Especially your weirdness.
I miss when you take me to space,
Just you and I in the darkness.

You will call me a freak,
And I will call you the same.
'cause we both are sick,
And we both are lame.

We would talk, and talk,
Until we discontinue.
But then I will knock, and knock,
And we will continue.

Then came the day,
Where the conversation ended.
I felt dismay,
'Cause I thought our story was open-ended;

Don’t be a pile of bones!
Be something!
Do something!
Make it worthwhile!
Just don’t be a pile of bones!

But what if I am?
What if I want to be?

Don’t be foolish!
That’s INSANE!
Of course I don’t!

But do I?

STOP IT!
Those are crazy thoughts!

Am I?

Of course you’re not!
You are perfectly normal!

Then why are we having this conversation,
Yet again?
Aren’t we one in the same?

STOP IT!
With those questions!

Why don’t you stop with that screaming, then?

I wasn't myself at all, this year.
Or maybe I should say that I was me
as much as I could. Look into my
mental health trough my words.

We foresee ourselves as the resolved version
of an unsolvable mathematical problem.
I see a picture of me, alongside other people,
and feel like I´m a photoshopped image,
which is pretty much how I feel most of the time.

I like to think of it
as a philosophical matter,
nothing else. Psychologists,
refrain from commenting.
Otherwise, I imagine myself
giving you the finger.

I also need to mention
that the new ghost is growing
healthy and laughing, behind
the door where it can jump
on my shoulders the minute
I walk in.

On the bright side, someone said
I´m weird but interesting.
The inflection was on the term "weird".
***** it, I´ll take that any day!
Even if it´s only a small battle
that will not win any war.

The problem with this autobiographical poems
is that I never know how to finish'em
and I sense there´s also meaning in this.
With the above being said, I guess I´m still
the same, and that is ******* frightening.