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que the incoherent ramblings of a slightly inebriated sadist
who's brain is plagued by the tongue of Satan
and there is no easy way to say this
but i have an opinion,
therefore
i am going to state it

and through my veins runs a most potent concoction of hatred
a sheer and utterly perplexing disdain for human nature
and anything else even remotely associated

i welcome death and darkness as if we were closely related
and my brain is my coffin,
there is no safe haven

but comrades, do not be mistaken
for i am god
and so are you
but in order to maintain a state of equilibrium,
sometimes i am very inclined to masquerade as the devil too

and i'll admit it,
im probably a little sick and very confused
but im also cynical, pessimistic and devoid of hope
and ironically,
im but a clusterfuck of atoms and isotopes
pondering the structure of atoms and isotopes

but then again, maybe i just need to cut back on the coke
and the acid, shrooms, dmt, ecstacy, and the obscence
amount of ******* cigarettes that i smoke

but within the deepest confines of my tormented soul
there is a hole
that i feel only the solace of a controlled substance can console

like, how the **** am i supposed to find contentment
in existence
when i know that every living creature on earth will inevitably
die
alone
The stage
it calls out to me.
And for some obscence reason I respond.
I feel the warm floodlights embrace my body, and send an electrifying tingle
down
my
spine.
I am overwhelmed by some sort of spirt,
I open my mouth and a song comes out.
A song of pain, love and loss.
I sing until I cant stand it anymore.
Until I am
Shaken
To
my
Core.
The red velvet curtain relases it self.
An eruption of cheer shortly follows.

What the hell just happened?














my
core.
True story....

— The End —