Post by Deceiver on May 27, 2021 16:53:47 GMT -5
god damnit, the pit opened up again. this time I was able to stand on the edge and look at the future. the lies and deceit, bemoaned deflections of blame took a steady at with a dot between the eyes. the red bled through and revealed everything new was nothing but a mirage, like a band aid covering up the gaping wounds of yesterday as if they were never really a problem any way. maybe someday. tomorrow may fall but today is already tall, a peak only the elite ever dare and try to take a peak, above, in my head, is the vicious cycle where hope is brought back to life, only to die. the desire of finally seeing things through into the Everlast. a land of never evers and hooks to hang you out to dry. oh shut up, even the bad men need to cry. just after we get back from having a fight with the sky. she ripped us up with her thunderous ego, leaving the decadent pieces for us if you ever really truly madly deeply want to find them.
now rip off my head and let us continue the force fed reality of your bullshit and fractured ego. and there she go, running away bitching and crying, hiding from the rainbow of knowledge and power, before I fall into another vice to level the playing field. stepping on every single mine so to further the limits of my mind. let the outreach grow as my legion will grow. but in my dreams she still haunts me, her soft kisses and the sweet lullaby now tainted by her last caress, her last good bye.
my chest explodes from the beating heart that caved beneath the pressure of carrying our world upon my back stricken with the incurable bout of psychopathic serial killer clown. yeah, but you are the one who ends up with your face painted dancing for all of your so called friends. back to my gutter I go again. buzzin and druggin, still make more money than you any if you were selling yourself from a local country motel. why can't you look me in the eye?
look me in the eye
one last time?
take your candy kisses, never meant the world to me anyway. it's bitter when it comes from the serpent tongue. constricting my ability to lead forward where I need to get goin. so stand in the way and they'll find your blood strewn all over the wall and they'll find you beneath the floorboards. like all good little whores. heh. you should have killed me when you had the chance, but you blew it and now you have to watch as a big dog shows you how to do it. your high horse prevents you from seeing that we are not the same.
YOU ARE
WORTHLESS!
STAY IN
YOUR PLACE!
and I crawl through my self dug hole of my own, each passing second reminding me of the monster that had been made. I had given everything,but we never get what we deserve. how long until these endless spinning tables turn. when will we get that real shit that we all deserve. to lay in flesh, accepting the truth of the EVERBLACK, the supremacy of it's way of being. the truth is known only after you find yourself all alone and afraid in the dark. but your not alone as the voice in your head tells you that you deserve this and you're a piece of shit. or maybe that's me? could be Anubis, that one is fucked. and this spoiled whiney bitch wants to say any kinda cross word about B fucking Moore? none of these clowns around here can say a damn thing about Brandon fuggin Moore.
GET THEM
SOME SHOES
for fucks sake
and take your joking ass back to that ever growing line of useless for another chance to even try and peak at my greatness. I have escaped more in life than my fair share, and any single one if not all would have dropped you as I am going to drop you. all of you. especially you Dane, it's coming boy. Anyway, Ap.. I mean Michelle. ha .. ha ha.. sorry the fourth wall breaks and I become stuck in a reality outside of reality but stuck in between another. no excitement, which has become the unbearable recess of my life so into a deep dive of my illest vice will just have to suffice. and then it's pens and needles like I am waging war on my life. and one of us won't be walking away this time.
JUST LIKE
LAST TIME
and I stand victorious before my kingdom of trash cans and street lamps. before you know it all that is left is weathered stone that should have just been left alone. but I thought I could trust you, because I know what a promise can do. so kill everything. a bullet to the head, a blade through the throat. go door to door and make severance of all their heads. pound into the world that had failed me, the world that has betrayed me. she turned her ugly teeth and saw her own reflection. she saw her own destruction. the fear loosens as she drawns in an ocean of her own emotion.
ILL NEVER
LET YOU DROWN
we made a plan and now im following through
a temporary madness guides the hand of an emotionless sadness. proper the eyes and see the fall through of the head like a righteous vision of a world born burning. it is all burning in a merry go round of promises and deceit. the circle of an endless repeat. the world is fucking dead. this is the drum beat that brings them all to their hands and knees. begging me and pleading me. please end all of the bleeding please. but more and more my own living hell bleeds into the correct core, and the world is boiled by the blissfully silence as i return to my underneath. will there be salvation and rediscovery?
or will we live for what's whole?
the great end to the world
