Untitled 02

2004-08-01

Your stupidity drives my insanity, pushing me closer to the ledge. Your hypocrisy fulfills my destiny, to put your blood on this blade’s edge. I’m tired of this hate and disgrace, let me trace my knife across your face. Bloody tears trail your skin as your ending starts to begin. Cut you open, rip your heart out, and serve you death on a plate. Feel my disgust, my raging bloodlust! I’ll do the same to your forsaken mate. Winners are only sinners in disguise as I become your murderer. Look at me through my eyes, as time flies, I’ll drive the pain even further. Gaping mouth and silent screams, the end is near it may seem, but as death echoes through the house the next victim becomes your spouse. Her ears are driven slow with nails, eyes become stapled shut. My blades she does impale far beyond any normal cut. But what started as a bullshit story ends with a bullshit conclusion. I may have won this soul felt glory amidst all of my confusion, but I take my own life with my own hand... something which you may call suicide. And as I fall away from this land I am hell sent to Lucifer’s left-hand side.