Her soft breath and simple charm are the reason I awake. Wandering through memories trying to replay every moment we have shared.
Echoes of innocents shatter the the pain. You are with me every moment of every day. Saying goodbye is the hardest task. You are my everything little girl. Live safe in my heart.
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 g
Twisted is fate in the eyes of this devil, increasing the hate that lives in this devil. Forever is gone in the haze of this life, burning images narrowing my line of site. Senses have dulled, hands have grown numb. Rage beyond years. My thoughts, or are they. The time I face is not with out cause. I stand tall just to jump and fall. No oxygen here. The blurred faces of my past become the future of forever. All is lost but not so far gone I cant clutch the remnants of last hopes and final discussions. Echoes of decisions never made shall be my final home. No home. No home. The birth of death is my only out. Why is it fighting to live if its
Tragic is this day. Im still here. Aware of my mortality I struggle to merely survive. But of course the question arises, why? For whom or what do I not exit this foul and pestilence ridden doomed existence. I am not needed, no. It is the thought of those who would suffer if I am to be greedy and take fate into my own hands. Stories that astound the mind I hold dear, but to share is to face ridicule from non believers and those who attempt to share yet another story just to out shine my own. My pain is far greater than I shall ever let on but do not pity. I don't want your shoulder. The strength of my own shall bring me to shore. Under achiev
My day is coming. At what length will you go to end me? I patiently await your arrival. You shall deliver my end swift, I feel it. As I've said before, "this life was not ready for me". I have left the door unlocked for days yet you wait. Why? Like me, you fear nothing. Yet you still wait. Are you allowing me to suffer this life until I am completely taken by false reality and succumb to my own distorted senses? I am eager to meet my destroyer. Yet, I have made him who he is today. It is I that instilled the fury, the hate, the rage, the anger, the total disregard for human life into his soul. Only I am to blame for my demise. You hate me wit
The manipulation of the lost. by djgrim117, literature
Literature
The manipulation of the lost.
No sleep for the wicked I remind myself as I begin to write. Flashes of industrial strength revenge coat the walls of my unresponsive grey matter. I can see you very clear. I look deep within. I have found you set high atop your throne of lies. Many have listened to your serpent tongue and fell upon your trap. As you have sown, so shall you reap. I will give you the starring role in my theater of pain. For I am the puppet master. With your web of lies I have made string. Controlling your every move, slowly I begin to manipulate your every thought. It is here I begin to apply a slow tortured method of constricting pain. In these words I declai
From an infected womb I emerge. I have come equipped with the things you wish you knew, the things you are glad you don't and trust me, I know. You have become my mortal enemy. I must live with you for you live inside me. It is you that keeps me alive. A thinking man of society. It is you I have grown to hate. I wish to cleanse you but it is impossible. My blood courses through you. That is how you maintain. I look to you for survival but it is YOU I wish to kill. Memories of youth have faded. Have I lived beyond these last few years. I can not recall. You wont let me. Where has the time gone. The forgiveness I beg comes from with in you. You
Imprisoned in this flesh cage I await and contemplate the return to sensory awareness. Struggle, that is, my daily routine summed up and rounded to the nearest functioning brain cell. Agoraphobic by way of paranoia, I am forced upon my day with hostile emotion and dis-concern for functioning passersby. I will never know the means on which they cope. Their Irreverence comes as no surprise. Being numb of most emotion does not go unpunished. There is indeed a great price to pay at your free wills expense. Damaged and broken thoughts wisp bye unnoticed in an attempt to latch onto any remnant of disguised reality masquerading as phony regret. The
As the ether slowly enters my blood stream via nasal ingestion, I await and welcome death. I gnash my teeth until they chip and break. Reasonable thinking and all logic have come to pass. I fear there is nothing left but total annihilation. The pills make me rip through my skin only to pay for it later in agony. My senses dull and blur. Serotonin becomes toxic and unable to preform a general task of allowing the frontal lobes to function as needed. The familiar foul stench of my self inflicted demise consumes me. My blood pumps violently through a cold, vengeful heart. Self preservation instincts have failed and no longer do they pester my un
I cant breathe. I cant fuckin breathe again. I'm sleeping to hard. Ill wake up choking soon enough. Ill awake to a world so familiar yet again. The heaviness laying on me as always. The stop light reflects in my eyes, but i wont stop. The frail young must be eaten to survive. Darwin lives again. My splintered reality. All of the distance, I hid in the prefix. An hour of hate, a lifetime of pain. My black eyes shall surrender to sleep another night for tonight I must guard the entrance to my soul. I must have read a million faces and just below the nose is where the lies come from. These words, are ammunition. This mouth is a GUN. Have you eve
Simple smiles elude psychotic by djgrim117, literature
Literature
Simple smiles elude psychotic
The thought of waking up to a new day sickens me. I feel like I have destroyed my life beyond repair. I never really sleep anymore. I drone through life in a medicated haze. I can only ask myself what the fuck did I do to deserve this? I find comfort in nothing. There is no safety. The simplest tasks have become so very difficult. No matter how many people i surround myself with i am completely alone. I feel like taking a trip down the road and not crossing the street every day. The mirror makes me sick. I have nothing worth listening to, to say anymore. Simple gestures elude psychotic eyes. Everything is shit. I'm about to give in. I'm so ve
The words "black eyed coma" cross my lips as I begin to fall asleep. Chunks of calcium are gnashed and jaw muscles tightened. I know that assholes grow on trees but I'm here to trim the leaves but I'm afraid you are still my friend. Ill dream of the day I must shake your hand in indecision. No one is to fault for this. This home wreaks of mental infidelity. Nothing changes. Rage wins. I live at stage left. There is no safety here. I like it that way. Its calling again. I'm drug through mud and ashes. Quartered in public view. Cold is where I live now. Home movies of embarrassing imperfections. I love the smell of hate in the morning. Recent r
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Favourite Visual Artist
Olivia
Favourite Movies
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Faith No More/Pantera
Favourite Writers
Grim Jesta....we share a name.
Favourite Games
Pokerstars Texas Hold'em
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PS2
Tools of the Trade
HP Pavilion dv 6000 & Piece of shit Compaq both Laps.