Vanity

Pain,pain,pain,pain

I'll suffer forever under these agonies.

The love that my heart excretes with every beat brings nothing but more...

Vanity

Your lungs are filled with a violet smoke,

That puts holes in them the size of dimes,

And forces them to leak dark green urine.

A smoke that causes all of your wisdom to turn into pitiful cries, 

That melt your dried out skin,

That feels like leather

As the tears slowly drip down your face.

It causes all of the love your poor heart could ever muster,

To decay and take a physical form of mold and puss,

That chokes your heart,

Clogs your veins,

And makes your blood as thick as tar.

Now all of your desires are vanity.

And nothing more than selfish attempts to exalt,

And make yourself great.

But not by the innocent dreams your dreamed as a kid.

The dreams of eating moon rocks and flying planes, No, HA!

Dreams born of envy,

Of pure time devouring jealousy and hatred.

Caused by the conceited ice blooded fiends,

Who with every word marked you want to dig your muk filled finger nails into their skin,

And infect their lives with the same life torturing torment you've gained since you began to understand.

But don't hate,

No,

Never despise their sloth filled success or ill gained love.

And since you can never ask a question about how to leave this realm of anguish,

Because the only answers you'll ever get are riddle with endless possibilities you could never understand,

Cause your feeble mind can't comprehend their deeply intellectual and mind melting phrases that they never stop ranting.

Your mouth fills with saliva that's so black it looks like ink.

But tastes like rotten kidneys soaked in sewer water.

Oh how you dream of spitting this manure smelling liquid in their perfectly formed faces.

Which look s if they wash in holy water and dry with the seraphic wings of angels.

God, how you hate them, or do you?

Maybe you just want someone to care for your long forgotten soul,

That's now crawling with fat slimy maggots that feast on your spirit forcing you to slowly fade from existence.

You really just want an answer instead of endless parables that's so immensely confusing it ties your brain into noose.

But truly your slowly decaying hearts absolute desire is for God to forgive your endless Vanity.