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A pounding
seizures and nausea
violence, fountains of cascading
mankind's bleeding, gushing
puncture wounds of wine
Dreamkillers out of their way to wreak
smoldering, rancid havoc
Epilepsy and ******* muscles spasms
Brain-tissue scarring from the rocking
between heavenhell and deathlife
Give me your soul and I'll
twist it into strands with which I
hang myself and make a tourniquet around your
neck
Dancing or slaying be one
I **** and lascerate the remnants of my
skin, my soul stretched across the
traintracks, waiting for pleasure
pleasurepleasure in gore and flesh
and wriggling maggots in the eyesockets
of children
Too bad
we all have to wake up come down
inandout of this horrific flying breathing fantasy
rapture of adulterated movement
Sin in all its glory licks the black flames
ashestoashes and dust into mud
blud across the vacuum
MADSCIENTIST Apr 2014
My life is only a short time
   Here on earth to live
So I have only one chance to enjoy
   Myself and no time to give.
I have no time for haters
  Who talk behind your back.
They waist their life spreading lies
  Because they don't know the facts.
I have no time for snakes
   Lying, waiting for a chance to strike.
Hoping I quit my goals
   And give up my endless fight.
I have no time for backstabbing
   With their sword and knife.
Jealousy is every man weakness.
    And yours I don't need in my life.
I have no time for dreamkillers.
    I fight to make my dreams come true.
I don't need someone criticizing
   My wishes and the things I do.
I have a plate load of failures behind me
   And I cast them out my mind.
So if you don't bring joy around me,
   Don't come because...
   I HAVE NO TIME!!!
everly Jun 2017
take me
where nothing matters
time stands still
no hatred
corruption
and war
take me
where the grass
is greener
where there is
fresh air everywhere
no worries to beware
of terrorism anywhere
no worries
about the dreamkillers
and the doubters
somewhere
someday
You shall take me
to this
better atmosphere
Another old poem

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