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If I really wanted to.. This kingdom.
This loving happy abode of friendships I have.
I could expand it and find more that would become my family.
My friends could intertwine themselves, making more friendships.
I would spend all my time helping and depending on those I love.
Every heart to which I feel connected and every hand I could hold.
And if I wanted.. I could destroy it all.
To every resident that I love and admire, I could take a hammer and destroy the chains that bind us.
Those loving hands that held me would freeze as they got close and felt my coldness.
The floors would become dust that seeps into the ground causing everyone inside to fall.
Wall and ceilings would crumble and crash into the residents as my words become fists striking them down.
From the rubble there would be nothing but corpses and expected.
Survivors once  loved and respected will feel only asphyxiation as I choke their soul.
Being a friend.. One part of it is trusting that the other won't leave you. If that is the test of friendship, that is a test that I fail.
People move out from my circle of friends without telling me and it makes me.. Foolish and less trusting
From the rubble I will emerge soaked in blood and tears. I will plead with god to end my tedious servitude of being human.
Thereon and after I will no longer exist. A new Ramon will appear from the debris and newly formed graveyard.
I am intoxicated with this feeling.
The strength to negate all that I feel.
Psychopath. The title suits me well.
Jake Stewart Jan 2013
I perceive at once,
what the ancients had described,
intricate forbode.
Giuseppe Stokes Oct 2016
The being-within forbode as it drifted, departing deluded in deluge distraught.

The being-without forbidding and driving; touched upon timeless, eternal and taught.

The being-unbeckoned unbeknownst in its slumber; moved within, moved without, shored up and sluice.

The being-untowards interred intermittently; inauthenticly stood at the precipice gorged.
Right out of my fabricated skies, I have a bird's eye view.
If I was ever to be a shining example it would be a lesson in what not to do
What the right way is I can honestly say I haven't a clue
I'm just going to continue to do what I am used to
Then when I get the to fire I'll just walk right through
Surprisingly enough the times I've ended up getting burned are very few
In indelible ink your book has been written. just as in blood mine has thus far been penned
From the very beginning to where it will someday finally end
Words I have whispered have been carried off by the rising wind There have a few people I once met that I never heard From again
You tell me is that an epic fail or a solid win
I really do not know I guess it would just depend
I have lost myself somewhere in this world of make believe and pretend
It's so much better than the broken reality I once lived in
With these demons of mine I must contend
Before I break I.just wonder just how much I can actually bend
The room is perfumes with the scents of sweat *** and
sin
Way down deep I hide this pain within

Now is the time I may need someone to be an iron clad alibi
Rather they spin a fabricated work of fiction or tell a down right lie
I'm sure it sounds better than I was out climbing higher just to get myself high
I am here still chasing smoke clouds and spirits yet I don't know why
I keep trying to separate me from myself and I
I tried to go back and reclaim every tear I did once cry
Never once could  I ever get passed the by and by
Cuz I swear when you passed a part of my soul did actually die
High as **** through these tragic skies I fly

I tried not shed  not one more tear but the grief the sadness and the pain combined sent me a message that was all too clear
In these Windows bare tainted moonlight shines is anyone that a there right now even really here.
Hey hold my throttle, hold my beer
So for just one more moment I can hold close as those I hold dear.
I wonder is the end really drawing near.
I ******* miss you cuz
These words I write have never been so sincere
I must be losing my mind bits of me are starting to disappear
It feels like it's been at least a decade since the passing of yesteryear
I have pretty much made it my career
To sit here until the dust settles and the smoke begins to clear
This whole **** time I've as here in low -gear
Guarding this premiere of wayward life on this forgotten frontier
If I was truly a long lived Pioneer
Easily I would persevere
I would ride though quite sincere
Warning others like a modern  day Paul revere

The dead do not see they just seemingly seem to stare
The secrets that I harbor to ever seem  Spill I will not dare.
emotions that are just as raw as they are bare
Feelings i do not care to share
I don't have a minute that I can even spare
My heart is sinking into the depths of my very despair
The pain I feel there is nothing that can compare
I  could burn the whole world down with a solid flare
I know the places I have been but the places I will go I don't know where
Tension  is so thick in the air
I can't hear anything but the music blare.
Even though I am wide awake I fall into nightmare
Nefarious shadows seem to be lurking everywhere
of these dangers please try to be aware

Thick clouds of smoke I blow because I tend to smoke rather strong
So rather this be right or this be ******* wrong
Awake I have been  all night long
Just staring off into the nothing hitting the ****
This seems to be the place that I actually belong
I have tried my **** best just to move on
I hate to admit it but the person I used to be, She's long gone
She left right  before the break of dawn
Inside of herself she had already withdrawn
The greenest of all grass is usually someone else's lawn
Here I am. I am just rambling on and on
Off into the wild blue yonder I wander when l stepped off of the yellow brick road
They say if you never slow down  you'll never grow old
I guess I am ready it is time to *******  lock and load
Like laundry I know when to fold
The older I grow end up just much more corrupt  I am cold
If you hadnt asked me any questions no lies would I have sold
the bombs in my head simultaneously explode
I have come to a crossroad
p time in this earth is just in fact borrowed
The sinister darkness it does seem to forbode
Around the lost souls I have quietly tiptoed
Teetering on the very brink of psychotic episode
Cracks big enough to hide bodies in are in my moral code
I will reap just what I have already  sowed
my mind is already on complete overload
No one has to tell me I already know that I am thrower
I went straight off into beast mode
Everything about me is completely uncontrolled
Into the dark dead night So alone I've stro!let
My location  undisclosed
Corpses of mine enemies are starting to decompose
I suppose that's just the way that it goes
Who really ******* knows
I have been indisposed I am no doubt unopposed
Yes I really am one of those
Awake for days on end now I am starting to doze.
I've got places I need to go
Buzzing off of these highs and lows
Please no more tells of woe.
Let's just listen to rock and roll
While we rock the bowl

— The End —