Tuesday, March 14, 2006
agonizingly ready and emotionally disemboweled...
I'm prepared to throw in the blood-crusted towel...
not in a rush, I sit here disillusioned and hurt to death....
feeling ever more cursed than blessed....
thoughts of suicide begin showering my face with temporary glee....
until society trespassed and got a glimpse of my treacherous soul...
which reflected emotional poverty...
empty, useless, stained like an outhouse's toilet bowl...
the blood in my decrepit veins begins to chill...
constantly regretting the fact that during my short life I have never killed...
Now, my hideous heart beats with shame and guilt for committing such inactions...
which is unrelenting and fails to cease...
Thus, I put my melancholic life in the devil's hand
and deftly load my 'piece.'
Much time has elapsed, and I'm ready to do the deed...
So, I pull the trigger...
dropping my limp carcass to it's cowardly knees
the humiliation and horror, however, doesn't seem to remit...
like before my despicable corpse hit the ground...
the world mocked my suicide with a disdainful, pitiless frown
fuck 'em...
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