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Accidental Arson
I watch the city burn before me.
A tomb of melting glass and steel.
Encased are the hated, the forgotten,
the loved and the lost.
They are forever waiting for safety.
The blaze ends in an abrupt silence.
I walk from my place of rest,
To the ashes of the city gates.
The ground melts like hot wax,
When I stand upon it.
I am in the middle of a underworld commune,
As some lonely spirits wish for me to join them.
This city, a crematorium for lost souls.
This city, a candle used to guide unholy hands.
This city, my final resting place.
A Dream of Suicide Upon Mt. Everest
Even the stars look lonely tonight
I pray they not fall to earth
And scatter my gaze from them
A frozen landslide that swallows me
The winter night rushes to my eyes,
And I am heded by it’s weight.
I lay motionless, reaching for stars.
They are finally falling
With each falling star, a memory missing.
None left in my head as I drift into eternal slumber
My frozen tomb numbs my beating heart.
Warmth of your memory is not enough to stay alive.
Chaos in my mind, a horror never realized,
Crimson blossoms enveloping the snow.
The stars fall like snow flakes upon my broken body.
They are warm enough to let me breathe
I no longer feel fear, but peaceful acceptance.
Perhaps a way to ignore my bloody dream
A world without stars, we are all alone now
An explosion of silence.
And a stare of decadence.
I awake from my dream with a diary in hand,
And a constant dripping of blood from my mouth
Upon a white carpet.
As I hang from a ceiling fan.
THE D
Undying love for a beauty with no name
Fallen in love and lust.
Our love was crusified in the name of hatred.
Hatred is a disease, no love for me.
Rape my fucking mind with your claws from the grave
I am now lost.
My ass is tight, slay it with your dildo!
I look into you and you are real loose
It’s funny to know that you are a ho!
You have no ass, so I think I will pass
Now I will go and smoke some crypt grass
Merry Christmas
Your torn body will be buried near me.
Your blood and organs, I've consumed.
While you rot in a fresh grave.
I stand silently above you.
Tormenter, Tormenter.
Engraved upon your tombstone.
To drown myself now,
Would find me better suited for tomorrow,
When I find myself in a lake of my own blood.
The stale air would fill my broken lungs,
And I would sign in patience,
Close my eyes, and fall forever awaiting a new chapter
That would never come.
Perhaps when winter hugs my fresh corpse,
I’ll know what it’s like to be you.
Betrayal was closer to you than I could ever be.
Your friend, my enemy.
Your existence.
I spilled your blood in the name of betrayal.
Had I not been blind,
Perhaps I would’ve seen through you.
Perhaps perfection would’ve seemed infinite.
But there is no way to remedy the deception.
An illusion of understanding,
Like a dream upon awakening,
You distanced yourself from my reach.
My memories of you fade with the twilight,
Fading, fading, fading into nothingness.
Fading into darkness.
"Happy endings are just unfinished stories..."
"I never think about the future; it comes soon enough."
"Bridges were made to burn, idols were made to fall off pedastals."
"Save tonight, fight the break of dawn...come tomorrow, tomorrow I'll be gone..."
"Dear my friends, when will our nightmare ever end? Pull the trigger and the nightmare stops..."
"I don't look at myself in the mirror cause I'm a narcissict, I simply like to watch myself exist."
An Ode to Love...
Why are life and love so silly?
Why do I spend my days in a fleeting resistence
To your ignorance?
Where do I start my sentence?
And amidst all this tension,
When should I end my question?
Your on a collision course with destiny,
And yet I choose to sit and rest.
Am I really what I say I am?
Do you see who I really am?
I am a little boy, lost and scared...
Crying all alone with only these walls to comfort me.
When we diverge from the mean,
Let's murder our dignity, along with our embarrasment.
For that is the only way to be free.
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