I feel too over saturated . Too soaked to the bone with self hate. Too drenched to pull myself from the puddle I’ve surrounded myself in. I’ve noticed that my appearances are gruesome, they are harsh to society’s eyes and unfair for me to lay upon the public. It seems each time I leave the house I leave a trail of anger behind me. A line of rage. I ( Read more... )

Hear the whispers of your past?

I only hear the screaming,

Grieve the love that should have last,

I think I must be dreaming.

Fear the heights of right and wrong,

And now I’m model citizen,

Ask yourself where you belong,

But get the same old answer again.

Question why the lights so bright,

Who are you to question me?

Earn the right and urge to fight!

Wish of ( Read more... )

In the eyes of liars,

Your better off being dead.

In the hearts of fires,

It’s all that love has said.

If you are a player,

The name is in the game,

It eats at every layer,

And fills you up with shame.

Don’t be the one to stab me,

Into my back and twist,

Flow of bloody denial at sea,

My death you did assist.

No one likes a secret teller,

Especially one like you ( Read more... )

I walk among the solid school a stranger not a man.

Somehow I’ve become creepy but where has this began?

The little ones make me high and hard but which one to take home?

They all seem so vulnerable, if only one was left alone.

A strangler by the water fountain, one putting on winter boots.

Both of equal status yet my mind, it still disputes.

At last I ( Read more... )

So I’ve thought about this theory on my own.

And luck would have it I’m not the only person who thinks the same thing.

What if, the world is all in my head?

One big acid trip?

A dream?

See when I think of this idea becoming a reality, I often see myself coming out of a coma or deep sleep and seeing a completely foreign species. They are interlay ( Read more... )

Have you ever thought about how you want to die?

Now I know most of you might have and of course you’ll go with the usual “painlessly in my sleep.”

Typical.

Repetitive.

Dull.

When I think about my own demise, I see it as something done horrifically.

Examples would include: Broken neck, cutting me up, followed by a possible body burning, and then ( Read more... )

My arms of admiration are stretching in the wrong direction. But I suppose it's not my fault. I'm not the only one right? The only one who can view among the ones who kill, emotion set aside, and can walk a new man after prison.

"Prison Was Only To Give A Man A Chance To Start All Over"-Charles Manson.

Is it only me who finds that there is some ( Read more... )

So lets say I’ve given it thought. And liked the way I assume it would feel to have someone beg for me. Beg to let them live. Beg for me to spare their loved ones that I’d only kill to mangle their heart inside their chest.

We’re only speaking hypothetically right? Are we? How can you be sure? Am I that creditable? Somehow I don’t believe me ( Read more... )

The time is 11:11am. 6 minutes to go before the first bomb partially explodes and warns us of mischief a foot. Make a wish. "I want to survive, I want to survive." The clock moves a bit. 5 minutes to go, and all I can find myself to say is, "please let me survive, please let me survive!" The cafateria is filling. "Please let me survive." 3 minutes ( Read more... )

Manson is up for parole tomorrow. I wonder what will happen. Hopefully he'll go free. It would be about time. I mean he's fucking 72 now, what damage could he possibly do? Let the poor man out!!!

All Hail the Manson!