You make your hell

Crosses line when you are thick headed.
Lying from crying,blaming the innocent.
You are sick really sick but thick as a brick.
Cheating, meeting, feasting from the screaming and scratching.
Giving and getting a crawling falling soul.
Its plain to see that your not ready to die.
Where you will lay an eternity to be told apart.
All this quaking and moaning trapped in the world.
Be glad your stuck in this world which wasn't build for god's.
Its killing them to see mortals better off on they're own.
Spread a smile on the world as the jury is coming.
Trying to be tired of sinning,identity clones of lunacy.
Do you follow what I'm trying to foresee? I'm tired of writing, I'm tired of slaying the demons in me.
Scream with the darkest breath just to reborn them and let it loose to swearing.
Instead lock me into a straight jacket of the only thing that keeps my sanity in place.
Disagree with my sayings they will be carved onto my bodyless ashes anyway.