i am without
that deserving person
to thank
who has come to be
by my side
as i crumble in the dust
vying to be someone
something for her
to proud of
without the yacht
to giver her what she
deserves
one day i will find this
golden ticket
that shall take me away
far
away
from this horrible
house of terrors
freddy has a knife
and a colt 45.
he's no longer that dude
who only comes in your
nightmare
not when your nightmare
has become your life
sign the blue sky
with my darkened ink
my soul has become a fountain
and this darkness
an inkwell
so can you do me one
last favor?
pull out this pen
and gently scrawl
the words to my end
you can own it
like you deserved it
and now i watch
from your bedroom window
as everything refuses
to meld
to come together

i'm nothing but a fool

the end comes dark
with a head that can't move
and i watch the darkness
envelop
the man i once was
now i sit still
during the night

and i sacrifice
things you cannot see
one of them being
the me
i will never
be...

death does not loom
early enough
for those that this
cracked heart
and tense shoulders
send into
ruthless aggression

sometimes
it is easier
to swing the scythe
yourself

and make it happen
before
it ruins
whats left of you...

hey demon, get off my back.. i cant seem to find the time to indulge you with all the shit you desire, and all the pain, and all suffering.

ring my ears until they bleed.

cause an epic disaster, just in the name of...

you need to fade like the ghosts of tomorrow.

hey deamon, leave me alone. you cause me to throw things in a drunken stupor when i can finally see your disfigured face.

hey deamon, leave me alone.

Or i shall turn into one of your kind, and come looking for you..

soon...

So i was thinking about what i wanted to write about on here and couldn't really come up with anything until a sudden rush of anger came over me. i was messing around on facebook and came a across a profile of someone i know, and i looked at his pictures and remarked to myself about something and then all of a sudden.. out loud, i feel the need to say "i fucking hate this kid."

Now, to be honest, the last time i saw him i remember remarking to myself how much i fucking hated him then. So now i'm here in this haze of not-nostalgia because i never liked him when we were "friends" anyway, and thinking back to when i did know this individual, i fucking hated him a lot more then. I fucking hate his face even though i may never see it in person for a very long time. i still wanna punch the shit out of him?

You ever have that with someone? just look at their picture and wanna punch their stupid little comformity loving fucking douchbagery face so hard that you can then make douchebag soup with their god-damned eyeballs afterwards?

Am i that socially fucked that i'm the only one that thinks of this shit? Seriously?

I must have that feeling over a dozen times a day if i leave my house for more than a few hours. and please, let's not even think about mentioning when i'm working, cause that's a whole nother beast that nobody wants to come near.. seriously, i should be allowed a shalalie to fucking pounce over peoples heads all day and night long.

So, anyway, i digress. The point i was trying to make about this is Why am i his friend on facebook if in real life i'd love to punch him in his snotbox for old times sake? I don't get it.. and if i go through all of the people i'm "friends" with on there, i'm no doubt sure he isn't the only one. So what the fuck?

NOT WTF! you fucking lazy cunts! learn how to type its WHAT THE FUCK!

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Next post might be about how i fucking hate people who write "LOL" i really hate those fucks..