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Prozak


I have a disease,
I yearn for hate,
I want a life
I cannot create.
I won't be one of them,
I cut all ties,
Severed and dismissed
With a knife
That was nearing my wrist.
Shadow,
Darkness,
Pain,
Drown.
With one shrill scream,
I come up from down.

Freedom from their ways,
Freedom from decay,
Freedom from my hopeless days.

Denied


Flashbacks happen.
Of death, of life,
Of lies, of truth,
Of ease, of strife.
Where I was, What I never saw.
I take the pen,
And with cold fervor,
I darken my skin.
Hate is happy,
Screwed to the core,
As I deny God,
I pray for more.

As life dissipates
Before my eyes,
I sink down low
And begin to cry.

I see past sight,
And hear the devil speak.
Sensations fry,
Sanity leaks.

Teeth sink in
as vengence reigns.
Hate-red torn,
Raped and stained.

Till death do they part,
As I watch and stare
As they love,
Do I care?

Sensations gone,
Sanity drained.
The furvor inside me
Hides for awhile
then attacks with canes.

As life dissipates
Before my eyes,
I sink down low
And begin to cry.

Death


Death was her name,
In a red vase.
To laugh is a mask
For this horrid face.
In life, I stare, I cry, and I wait.
She was so close, not far away,
So I inched closer,
And no closer did she sway.
God is THEIR savior,
yet not answered me.
Christ is messiah?
No Reznor is he.
Hell's what I found,
'Twas heaven to be.
The question I ask
Is simply "Why me?"

Mistress Decree


I'm burning so slowly,
Just finish me off.
You left me to suffer,
You left me to rot.
You did it on purpose;
This, you cannot deny.
No matter the excuse,
You still made me cry.

You looked me in the face
And gave a half-lie.
YOU lost something perfect,
YOU cut the tie.

Why did you drag me?
Did i satisfy your lust?
Did I even have a face to you?
Or was I just another cheap ********?

You said I was special.
Bullshit, you b***h!
Now you won't look at me!
Was I just an itch?

You said I was better
Than your entire past,
But for the first guy with a car,
You dropped me on my a**.

No matter what the excuse,
You're shallow and cold.
You just want a d**k,
Not a warm hand to hold.

******** your excuses,
Your lies and your reasons,
You ******** know
Your love changes with the seasons.

Every look you gave
Dried up all the rain,
But now when I look at you,
I feel pure pain.

Why did I do it?
I knew from the start
That it would just end in pain
And break my ******** heart.

You can take it and shove it,
Your cold heart made of tin.
I no longer see your beauty
Or want to see you again.

Maybe I'm burning bridges,
But yours leads no where
And the pain that you cause me
I only feel when you're there.

And this one is from Robert Frost

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.



my renissance dream.....though these are more realistic