Standing on my soul

I'm flying with the blackest of wings. The 9th gate awaits and Belial misses me. The coal is low, I must fuel the fire before Baphomet realizes I'm gone. Here I stay in this body. Man is of course the warmest place to hide. Trapped in a broken body. Soulless. Heartless. Only discontent is left. I ponder the next move but I know there isn't one. So much medication yet so little time. Labeled. Many many things. My hands are sick with desire, knuckles pop in anticipation. I try not to visit this place anymore but it seems I live here. The putrid stench of humanity has sickened me for far to long. Genocide is population control. Who is going to get us? They killed the twins then stopped. My hate for the day grows stronger by the minute. Walk your dog, buy your milk, go to work....I know the truth. No one wins, did you know? Free thinkers. Free thinkers. We all see the same stars at night, That's when we trade secrets. I engaged fear, wed indifference and consummated it with hate born of anger. I'm doing a hand stand on highway 999 awaiting a ride. My mugshot is in my back pocket so I can drive but I lost my car due to a bad bet with the devil. I said there was a god. He won. I am smarter than you but not smart enough. I want to learn all the time from every angle and view. School is mind rape. My smile eludes psychotic eyes. Do not think for a second that if you make me compromise my morals I will not hesitate to violate you with my widow makers. The shaman asked for my tears to make the pain stop but I could only find blood. My days get stranger now. Nothing makes this go away. Nothing. The snakes are at my feet. Thirsty for my anguish. THIS IS MY BLOOD, SHED FOR THEM. I will be devoured by morning. I can hear the chants from around the fire. Rattling, from where, I'm unsure. I am ready for them. I have been waiting. As a child I knew.....and now I know my end is near. It will rain a cold rain. I am tired of every fucking day having to wait for the next. The flesh will be torn from my body. I wont be found for days because no one cares. 7:06 That's when it will happen. That's 6:66 if that was possible. I killed a good man once. Me. Water cooler chuckles make me want to kill. Data entry. Mind Numbing. Where is my peace. This isn't for me. I'm born to late. I can see them. The stones have been thrown. Glass everywhere. No closure. Not for anyone.