insane
Maddness
Her eyes have fury in them
They are glossed over and red
You can see the anger in her eyes
She's about to explode
She trys to breath
In and out
Nothing happens
She is boiling
Red so fierce
Can't hold it
She's in a rage
She's lost all control
Cant contain it
Fire in her eyes
Can't fight it
She is on the verge
Pushing back
She's about to burst
She's going insane
She burst's into flames
She's gone.
Oh No, You're Dead
You anger me so much,
I want to kill you.
But that would be too easy,
there's torturing to do.
The blood on my hands,
feels so nice.
The touch of your corpse,
cold as ice.
Oh no, you're dead,
just like I'd bet.
But don't you worry,
I'm not finished yet.
Kidneys, liver,
stomach and lung,
but the fun has only
just begun.
Brain, heart,
need I say more?
I am truly a fan
of blood and gore.
A couple hours,
of disembowling,
soon the wolves,
will be howling.
I think perhaps,
I'm finally done.
And it seems the battle,
and war, I've won.
If I were to go blind,
it would be for the best.
For I'd only want this sight,
no need for the rest.
Writ Of Habeas Corpus
Your Love
123 Iseethat Way
YouLove Me, Everyday 00284
In Propria Persona
In The Insatiable State Of LOVE
County Of Distance
Your Love #1 ) No. U2- R4EACHOTHER
)
vs. ) Petition For A More Tolerant
) LOVE That Will Tame Our
My Love #1 ) Sarcastic Behinds
Petitioner, Your Love, in propria persona, moves this Court to issue
a Writ Of Habeas Corpus releasing Your Love and My Love from any
and all triggers that interfere with the orderly running of this relationship.
Since they met, they have undergone an insatiable relationship
under an extremely difficult situation. Both declaring themselves a little
flakey, bizarre, and utterly senseless more often than not, they hereby admit
that they are now both completely off their rockers.
For the above aforementioned reasons, we ask this court to intervene
and impose a mandatory injunction with kindness, love, understanding a little less sarcasm. Due to extenuating circumstances beyond their control, they are unable to address this matter in any imaginable form of seriousness at the present time.
The petitioner, upon oath, states and verifies that on this 13th day of July, 2013,
that the information contained herein is true and correct, and both parties have agreed to pray they be discharged immediately from the custody and restraints
placed upon their LOVE by undue stress, insanity, aggravation, intolerance,
(a horrible telephone connection) and hope to be back on their rockers ASAP.
With all Due Respect,
Your Love and My Love
In Propria Persona
2013 07/13/2013 8:50 pm ©
...................................
View from my office chair
There's a man standing
outside my window
On his back,
he wears a sheathed sword
He paces back and forth
in the parking lot
Talking to himself
as he pulls out his blade
This town is strange
Is this man deranged?
He doesn't seem sane
As he stands in the rain
End Moonlight, End Darkness - April 16, 2012
Up all night again, sick of yourself.
Short breaths plague the black captivity.
You wish it could be back to normal,
Or at least degrade to a lesser severity.
Previous occurrences have moon light blood,
Now all to feel is the soft red warmness.
Consciousness progresses further into night;
Ending in moonlight becomes end in darkness.
Thoughts infect, searing pain in my brain;
My tolerance but a memory now digressing.
I can't take any more, I'm going insane;
Madness dragging me down, always progressing.
Paranoia, an occurrence so often wanted gone,
Is raging in my mind like it never has before.
Thinking situations and conclusions so wrong,
I'm sick, done, not tolerating this anymore.
A handful of pills, a quick bullet to my brain,
Or maybe a therapist, to tell me I'm insane.
It's hard to go on when you're barely alive;
It's hard to live when you're never recognized.
The BDSM Girl
The knife cuts and the holder bleeds
All for love, but it's respect she needs
The stone eyed men foster madness
In their prey they nourish a seed of sadness
Black and blue is what they give
They care not for her soul to live
The nymph can't see colors, she craves more pain
Pleasing and pleading is her most walked lane
At night she sleeps and her bruises weep
But the cravings are wounds even more deep
Beauty stained with a Spanish whip
The beholder holds her reality's grip
She wakes in chains
Standing up to gods
Thoughts so vain
my ode entitled 'feel insane?
Feel insane?
Look to blame
Something; someone
Just the system
Steals your truth
So uncouth
Death and destruction
Dividing brotherhoods
You have created
Every trait
Your current outlook
Betting its overtook
By ego, personality
Even materiality
Ask yourself why?
Mainstream Spirituality dies
Substituted with
A limited system
Wants or needs?
No wants: Free
Roof and food
Becomes you
Everything else
Is your hell
More material
Bigger your hell
Juggling responsibilities
Call it free?
Simplify your life
Minimises strife
Shun materiality
True: Free
Plain Jane
Don't judge the package,
I'm a troubled kid.
Yes, I'm white and I'm rich,
But life's still a bitch.
I've got a pretty face
But I'm no ace,
Although I look it through cyberspace.
I've got brains,
But they don't help much if you're not sane.
It's hard to explain the inhumane domaine that is my brain;
I constantly sound like I'm on cocaine.
I'm so insane,
That it makes you refrain
From running your fingers though my maine.
Baby, I'm anything but plain.
What The Hell Am I Doing?
Everyday the same
Hypocritical shame
Reveling in pain
Spiritually insane
Saying one thing, doing another
Not being the man, student, brother
That I should be for each other
Because there won't be another
So confused
MY grace abused
All I know is: If I choose life
Then what the Hell am I doing?