Rage Poetic #1
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: I'm Not Okay by My Chemical Romance
Topic: synchronized dreaming
I dreamed of death
of screaming
crying
the smoldering eyes of
demons
they bored into me
burning holes in my soul
the pain was terrible
but my heart
beat twice as fast
The death was like
an orgasm
in its intensity
long
drawn out
pleasurable
I screamed
'till my throat was raw
and bled
my lungs filled
with blood
it was beautiful
like blood in water
it swam
I woke up
in pain
clawed at the walls
and craved the dream
like a drug
My opiate

Rage Rant #1
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: BYOB by System of a Down
Topic: the evil of my mind
I'm afriad to say it. It's something I've been denying for a long time. In all unfortunality, it's the fact that I long to explode. I want to kill. And there's so many that deserve death. Some, like that girl who beat the crap out of me in November, should die slowly and painfully, a little at a time. Others, like Jesse Heath, who ignored my advances, or Andrew Schofield, Dennys Sian, and Daniel Herrera, who totally broke my heart when i crushed on them, should be cut to ribbons with a dull scalpel and have their still-beating hearts removed and presented to them. People who openly hate me should have their heads smashed in with metal baseball bats. Hell, I want to kill anything and everything that irritates me. I want to bathe in blood, glory in pain, and fall asleep at night to the lullaby created by their last dying screams. I confess, I'm a psychopath. Could YOU live with a psychopath?