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Empty and Unworthy

I despise my own ungrateful soul of unworthy love that has rejected the light so much so that the light turns away. I feel my own cry for help for it wells up in my soul. My tears fall on the inside but no one sees the ones on the outside.

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Her Incubus of Control

These times of cringing discomfort contort my patience and test my love.
I descend and ascend upon baring the tears of bitterness. 
 The blackening innocence protrude rough edges of anxiety to which twinge and turn in the face of questions. 
Pain like panic screams and cries around this frustration. Anxiety burns through this person  consuming them with struggling hopelessness.

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This Space of Violence

This space becomes a pressing malice 
to which death rapes the beautiful girls 
into submissive screaming.
There can’t be a breath of fresh pain 
to suffocate this kindness. 
Because life begins to die
 as soon as the breathing stops. 
I fume in the burning rage of salient slicing to which gages the envy.
Hate keeps the blood from staining my clothes because my clothes are my nakedness. 
I feel not a pin prick in this gash that is my perversion .
Numbness cuts this distaste against this wall of bloody suicide.
 So now my end is the beginning
 for nothing in my words describes 
the space of violence in my head.

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Trust Now Broken

I once Confront this familiar look into ones vacant soul. I now see what seems darkened by echoing anguish. Here and now a betrayal presses denial into a love lost stare of disappointment

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Watching the Insider and Hating Me

This useless matter of consuming space, time, and air... Smite this waste ! Ignore this creature of deviant nature...!  Look at this thing !... Get rid of this creature! Let this sinful being devour itself because no one cares nor sees this rightful judgement. 
I Hate this crowd!  This herd of Pharisees! They gather around their perfection. 

For now time cuts my skin over and over again like a razor it slices through my being never ending nor giving mercy. I hate this rush!  This zoo! Let me be that animal that gets sick and destroyed from this display ! I’m the one they walk by and ignore and I’m the one that they’ve seen before. I’ve lost my flavor and I’ve lost my color. There is no color in my soul.. It is black, empty and tasteless 
9/28/06

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The Angel of Sweet Suggestion

This black deviants in my mind knifes at the fragile white shell of my control. While this angel of light whispers merciless nature in my ear teasing me. 2/1/07

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No Other Words But These

Now I  taste what sweet words 
 drip like honey  upon my tongue. 

   Written words like these are a kiss on the lips 
they are words of truth.

From the pages To you 
I whisper these secrets in your ear.  

They are Sufficient to hear 
,but loud is this that speaks to ones soul. 

Your Reflection isn’t the beginning 
Nor is it the end of what will come to pass.

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The Ashes of My Past

Feeling the wind of my transgressions blowing in my face like the cool night air.  I cut into the bittersweet memory of my past, finding a hollow satisfaction. For Knowing that  my own choices will come with the cutting feeling of an addiction. While searching  for the next pleasure the scent of my past seduces me.

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This Broken Place of Control

“ This broken place of Control ”
I wish to break the very will of those around me to their screaming of mercy. I wish to overtake their white innocents tainting there bodies. Yet I know So much of them don’t know pain ,but in that I wish to teach them more than pain ,but chaos to the point of lashing. I will drown them in their own pity and in the darkness I will force them to submission. I will take them into the deep of my iniquity the very center of my being.  In this place they will be tore in and out  devoured by every perverse thought violent like the wind. 

It is I who will pull the trigger to this pandemonium and never will there be control but discontent in every form and no control but brawling.  Never will this end because it has only began and now you’ll burn. It will never end ,but continually there will be pain. To the quenching of the burning flames will you become cold and there will be no warmth, your very soul will feel the frigid darkness. You will grope around in pain and become broken. It wont stop! There is no end to this  darkness because like glass you’ve been broken and never will you be put back together. Like glass look inside yourself you are flawed never will it change

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Eyes That See My Blindness

Consuming desires corrupt my very soul and darken every corner of my control. The feeling of loving hate for this darkness covers my body. I wish to cut this parasite off ,but I’m blinded by the sickness