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Eat Some Fire


Welcome to hell.

your burning right now


Its a prelude,

Its a prologue


Living under the  tyranny

of the damned


These pathological liars will eat fire

in the end


We suffer as we should

in this hell hole called earth


Trying to survive,

trying to live in peace


But these psychopaths won't allow it;

they want us to suffer: these sore losers


Believe in jesus and get saved

or you can join this carnival of freaks


as they make their trip to the pit;

its your choice.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have no sympathy for psychos



The Dead Aren't Resting

House of the dead;

lost souls domain


Night is 24 hours

a day


and no rest for their minds;


Boredom is normal


Tormented by the past


An uncertain future


In  a void; a purgatory of death


Wondering the halls,

Their bodies still rotting in the walls


Disembodied spirits

taking their revenge; 


A condemned house;

no life dwelleth here


Falling apart;

falling into ruin


Shadows they follow their thoughts

 to the trauma they endured


In life they suffered,

in death they still do,


Never relieved

of their pain


Dark clowds always above,

never ending rain. 


No tears, cannot shed,

dry as bones.



I'm changed,
It's like yesterday, I remember,
Was playing around, carefree,
Not caring bout sick society, being edgy;

I'm changed,
This distressing cruel world did,
No more that sunshine girl,
but busy faking,
Real me forgotten long ago;

I'm changed,
Mind's a mess,
Only wish's to be left alone,
Can't muse sharing worries;

I'm changed,
I miss the mingler me,
That friendly one, the present.
The cold me, I hate the most;

I'm changed.
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about my life.. its my secret my life and the ways i changed. 

For What It's Worth

Violet Sunrise

I'm not looking for what's on sale,

I don't care what you're selling. 

I want something that's only mine,

Not an actor, storytelling. 

Hypocrisy is worldwide,

Tell the truth and pick a side.

Something used is up for sale,

Another one, might as well. 


If I doesn't work, and I'm all alone,

As vague as it is, cold to the bone. 

Something meaningless and overrated,

And she's noticeably irritated. 


I'm not looking for something used,

What I need is something new.

Since you seem to be confused,

What I need is what's not you. 

Hypocrisy is worldwide,

The dark side is suicide. 

Something old and overrated,

I should not have instigated. 

For what it's worth,

It could be so much worse.

For what it's worth,

It could be so much worse. 


If I doesn't work, and I'm all alone,

As vague as it is, cold to the bone. 

Something meaningless and overrated,

And she's noticeably irritated. 

Psych trip

The apathetic faces circle


A flawless creature is present

Deep and empty eyes tell a story

Extricate the grief.


Such a bias opinion

Abdicate your throne of knives



Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about seeing a psychiatrist, or case worker, who dosent understand you.

Hide and Seek

One More Time

Walking along the pavedway,

singing very joyful tunes.

We will not be lead astray,

as long as we can see,

through the leaves

our home. A palace to the mind

were our command is law,

so that the demons be left outside

while we heal and arm ourselves

for another day in the endless hell.

But some have been breached,

the demons roam their halls,

and the closest place to a haven 

is a room guarded by a wooden wall.

Times are bleak, and life is hard,

as they hold out against all odds.

But remember the tune, the one that all sing.

It is not one of peace but one of doom,

To all the demons laying in wait.

Because they feed on the past, and haunt your present.

So look forward, because this is not forever

only if you think it is, shall it be.

Sing the tune, and think of something new;

This is my space, this is my home

all you do is spread fear, everytime that your here.

But I will not buckle and I will not fall

instead ready or not, cause here I come.