The Sun Has Risen (And It Took the Noose With It)

infinity lost divinity am i joking myself? i hate it here... stop these voices wont shut up they keep on talking they keep on yelling they keep on screeching their nails upon my chalkboard heart amen for them those tiny people i do not know what this is a poem to a savior or trying to create one its not the latter for i need not lie walking down the streets with streetlights overhead i wake up in the morning to find my body dead it lays there oh so fragiley with insicions running deep it seemed like someone wanted to forget me in their sleep [or mine...] the time to dream has come close, eyes. close. leave this world with slumber in your head and leave this mind with my body dead control me control this control everything i never wanted anyways cuz i dont care... stop trying to make me you you demon you foul little item of filth i rest here to refuel myself transfuge my heart for the bleeding continued throughout the evening twilight such a simple word is there a place that i can hide so everyone can see me? cuz i want to be there in the blackened spotlight... pity is my apathy my little remedy the tiny thing that makes me feel like im happy like im pittied mockery is what i love to say especially involving you... hope to die and hate to live why did the chicken cross the road? if all that was there was a noose goodnight goodnight the sun has risen