| Its halloween eve nothing new i guess the voices finally left my head today. I met my soul and saw its face it smiled in sorrow and laughed at my melancoly. My deepest desires dead on the matress i was waitting for GOD waiting for an answer a sign of salvation yet all i keep getting is a pound of meat. My hearts joys are finnally fulfilled to the brim. Yet I still miss the hate i still miss the sorrow. Nothing is a satisfaction i should have known it would come to that. the abuse is gone the past's are dead all twisted all turnning all in my fucked up head. The soul departs the body. the mind departs the soul. its all an enigma to the questions that are foretold. Insanity is the brink of brilliance only to fall and flatter to the ground. Would I often say I am the resolution i am the cure, would i say it would end. Yearning for nothing needing so much. The humanity i seek so hard is not in the heart of mortals. Its as dead as the society it leads. An epic died the day the pain was gone, and so did the void and so did the hate and so did the light. It was as it was never in question never in death never in suffering. I would say all I want I would scream if i could but what good would it do to this torment what good would it do to this world. The moon is bright today as bright as the lights of this play. It dawned the day it started the games the wishes the dreams. How much is too much if you get so little? Damed the day it was made damed the soul of its father damed the life it gave. Repent, Salvation has no meaning to the Damed. Its as dead as the preachers who preached the bullshit that it is. And all find it so amussing i find it disgusting and revolting to see my self wasted on the Isle of reallity. Never was a word so easy to use for everyone said it to me. But who ever thought I'd see what it was that they pretended not to see. Paranoia was the life they lead a paranoia of flesh eaters. A cry of insanity to the weak and pathetic. Im drowning in my visions and drowning in your hearts. Your death your pain your suffering. No better than animals are all of you. No better than animals are you to be, to be true. Lie all you want say what you say for all shall fall to the juddgement. All will preach the preachers shit. All will ride impunity's way. The sweets of my fruits and the rice of my seeds. I shall someday lie drunk and intoxicated to all my dead earthly needs. Wave your hands for the witching is at hand the night is young the night is still. Server the pact serve the creed knowing death and suffering is all this world of hate would ever need. Smile the day you wake up to me beside your heart and know that I told all and know i said true and know my heart and soul was burnning in the witches brew. |
