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Death and Decay
Death and decay,
Rotten and forgotten,
The worlds a ball of spinning chaos,
Watch it spin as you fall down.
A realm of utter sad,
The yelling of your dad.
A psychopathic mom,
It’s something like a bomb.
Rain, thunder, and lightning,
It’s so very frightening.
Obliteration, segregation,
A wave of fate so hard to take.
The things in life are never free,
That’s how it is to be.
There is a cloud that makes its way,
And brings about death and decay.
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Soulless One
Rapture, rapture at my door.
I answered it with words galore.
"Come in..." I said.
Never more.
And entered, he, with eyes so dead.
His hair, so long, it waved with wind.
A ringing sound, the room did hear.
Silenced by the sound of fear.
A second ring, engaged the room.
And liquid noise adorned the floor.
He turned his back and left as he came.
The soulless one had fulfilled his claim.
Rapture, rapture at my door.
"Come in..." I said.
Never more.
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Loosing Control
Feeling hate and malice alike,
Draining you of your pure vision.
Destined to be swallowed up,
Faced with demonic precision.
The grogginess consumes your choice,
As hatred twiddles down your spine.
Temptation bores into your mind,
As malice consumes the beings divine.
Thrown into a life long spin,
Casting away all emotion.
Feeling as if you've become a token,
Your mind believes you cannot be broken.
Destroying everything in sight,
You are a demon in the night.
Fade away from reality,
Loosing all control.
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Darkness Kills
Darkness blinds the all seeing eye,
Distorting all its vision.
All those people driving by,
Killing little children.
The bright light is not to Heaven,
It’s a one way ticket to Hell.
For killing a kid your soul is damned,
And into the ground you shall be slammed.
To Hell you go in constant pain,
Your dammed and forever stained.
The sight of him is in your eyes,
As you wait in purgatory.
You cannot pay your way across,
The bloody River Styx.
The ferry man will never take you,
So you're forever doomed...
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Deaths Blanket
A plague of doom that's call deaths blanket,
It makes you go insane.
Everything in sight will die,
Dying under the blankets eye.
It sees you run and try to escape,
A blanket of death created by destiny's fate,
A world that's doomed showing only hate.
The clouds above that never leave,
Tranquility for you cannot be achieved.
Yelling and screaming is all that there is,
It comes to you and gives you a kiss,
That kiss forms into Hellish bliss.
It soon undeniable that you will die,
In the cloud that seeps into your eye.
And so you cry as it burns your veins,
The devious look that's in it's eye.
It devours you from above in the sky,
And so you will die,
From the blanket of death,
That rests on your chest.
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Sound of Fear
Something that will make you scream,
Possibly something you dream.
The fright of night, the burning of light,
The sound of fear within your ear.
The echo of a low dirge hymn,
It’s sound can be uncanny.
The sound of chaos in your ear,
The lonesome howl of lonesome fear.
It beckons you to run away,
It calls you close enough to say,
"You’re scarred of me, you gotta' be,"
So from me run away.
It's that which whispers in your ear,
A sound of chaos large with fear.
This sound you hear is quite perplexing,
The sound of fear is misdirecting,
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Nightmare
Hollow sounds of empty screams,
Are sounds that will invade your dreams.
Nightmarish dreams that you should fear,
Cause shaking, awaking, and even a tear.
The thoughts you think and visions you see
Is enough to drop you too one knee.
Pleasant vision torn asunder,
Pictures in your mind rattle like thunder.
Follow the bouncing ball they say,
To a world that's cracking like hardened clay.
Sticks and stones can break your bones,
And words will simply hurt thee.
Now soon you see that in your head,
Those visions of dread and people dead,
Are a part of you in every way,
And cause these nightmares and brain to sway.
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Chaotic Breath
The foul chaotic breath of hate,
Is something to depreciate.
A world of anger big and small,
Will be the doom of one and all.
The constant ramblings of filthy people,
Is rising higher like a steeple.
This world of absolute dispute,
Has turned into a ball to pollute.
The things we speak are really bleak,
Everything from mouth does reek.
So this we speak is a foul stench,
And something that we all do clench.
The things we speak, like a game of chess,
To thinkers strategy, but to us a mess.
And so we forever depreciate,
The chaotic breath of hate.
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Works of Society
I live the feeling of not being alive,
Everything locked up inside.
Society sees me as being infected,
So I am the one always rejected.
Seeing the world from my point of view,
Six feet under,
Here’s lookin' at you.
The best of the best put you to the test,
Of being better than the rest.
Emotions are feelings that run in a trend,
Up and down and over again.
This cycle never seems to stop,
It’s like the ticker of an unstoppable clock.
Nobody has began to see,
The way that people want you to be.
Everybody wants you to do the best you can,
But in the end...
It’s just not good enough...
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Consumed
I sit and stair into the darkness,
My world has been consumed.
The dark is all that I can see,
As it consumes me.
I no longer see in front of me,
My world left behind.
The coming of death and depression,
Has left behind what I only know.
No longer is my world all-fine,
I long for it to return.
My world of dark, I did design,
And none have one concern.
My mind begins to fade away.
I loose all my sanity.
The darkness has consumed my mind,
As I long for my salvation.
No longer do I understand,
That which goes on around me.
I simply sit, consumed in grief,
And try to withstand the dawn of the new world.
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Worthless Existence
My existence means nothing,
Nothing to all but one.
My life rests upon her shoulders,
And to her I am the only one.
My existence is worthless beyond compare,
Full of morbid shit and despair.
All I ever am is lied to,
No one cares, only the few.
To me I mean nothing,
To one I mean something,
To all I mean more problems,
And to society I mean chaos.
Unstable to the point of breaking,
Never told the truth.
Always last to know anything,
Is my curse I must live through.
The farthest up I can go,
Is rock bottom.
My worthless existence,
Soon to be forgotten.
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Love for Everyone Except Me
You met me one day,
And smiled in a way,
That it made me sit and say,
This must be my lucky day.
As the day went bye,
All the time did fly.
Hanging out together,
Was, simply put, a treasure.
The next time we met,
I broke a sweat.
We kissed lovingly,
And that began our unity.
As time went bye,
You began to lie.
And treat me like shit,
Until I got fed up with it.
Out distance apart was a huge factor,
You turned me into a shadow of plaster.
No one knew me behind the wall paper,
And I became invisible.
You loved everyone except for me,
Sleeping around like a little kitty.
You're cuteness distracted me,
From the love you wouldn't give me...
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Dismal Plan
Everything confuses me,
I'm stuck inside a lie.
I no longer understand,
This everlasting dismal plan.
The thoughts swirl in my head,
Wishing to be dead.
This dismal plan released upon me,
The cold sharp steel will make me free.
I forever sit and wonder why,
This dismal plan won't let me die.
It taunts me to insanity,
Tearing apart my body's anatomy.
This dismal plan won't let me be,
This dismal plan won't let me free,
This dismal plan won't let me see,
Forever keeping me in misery.
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Answer?
Answer me this,
Answer me that,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
You hear it but you cannot see.
What is it you ask,
Is it under me?
Is it outside my house?
Is it inside me?
It is inside me,
I hear it clearly.
There in my chest,
Pumping my blood.
But something is wrong,
Can't you see.
We all have one,
Except for me...
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Brink of Insanity (Pain)
Why must it be me,
Can’t anyone see,
What this has done to me,
This damn insanity.
Rot my brain,
Drove me insane.
I walk with a cane,
Because of this limp of pain.
The knife looked good,
Just like it should.
I sigh to the world,
And felt my nightmare unfold.
It ran down my leg and onto the floor,
In the puddle it made,
The face of a girl,
This girl is a whore.
This face taunts me,
Her name haunts me.
Tilting on the brink of insanity,
Welcome to my world of pain.
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It Hurts...
I feel the things that cannot be.
I see the things you cannot see.
All of it inside me,
Dropping me down to a knee.
These feeling are so depressive.
These sights are so oppressive.
The pain inside of me,
It will never leave me be.
Coming back for more,
I feel like no more.
These visions do implore,
What she does explore.
I do not try to heal it now,
I only try live with the foul.
She never wanted to break my fall,
Only play with me like a doll.
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Happy?
What's the point of being 'happy'?
It's outcome's only sad.
Theres plenty of 'happy' to go around,
but not enough for me.
None of 'happy' will swing my way.
Depression is just screaming "hey!"
Sadness is just in my way.
None of this will go away.
Why does 'happy' avoid me?
Why won't sadness let me be?
Why won't depression go away?
Can I please be 'happy' one day?
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...More
Falling, falling, evermore.
Forever calling, nevermore.
Remain cursed, forevermore.
Continued pain, endeavor more.
Attempt my death, forever gore.
Suicide attempts, less pain galore.
Deaths bliss, I crave, I yearn.
Locate my end, less concern.
Nothing more than fiction,
find this depiction.
Looking for it, find the door,
leading to an underverse.
Forever falling, evermore.
Calling, calling, nevermore.
Ramain in pain, forevermore.
Continue to be cursed, endeavor more.
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