I was hit by cars out of boredom. I was taught at a young age to look both ways. I get bored and do stupid shit so a few times I had my friend hit me with his car.
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
I just want the shit to stop. All of it. I want to go a day without getting lied to, without getting sick from too much bullshit, without getting pissed at the wrong person. I'm tired of it all. I don't care who is behind it, I want it to stop before I do find out who it is and pay the ****er a visit and desecrate them too severely that not even their family will recognize them!
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
How many more people
Have to die by my hands?
How much more blood
Will this knife spill
Until I find her
...and kill her?
I wear this mask
A mask of violent rage
Silently hunting her
Animalisticly slaughtering
Those that dare defy me
Trying to protect her
They fall victim to my blade
Soaking it in their blood
Her friends and family
Mutilated by my hands
The screams of the innocent
Only drive my search forward
Hoping to find her finally
And drive my blade into her
Furiosly and violently
Over and over until she is not
Until she is just another corpse
Full of incisions and drained
Drained of the blood
That runs in her veins
I will kill her, desecrate her
And quench this rage
Just need to find her
And by hands and blade
I will find her...
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
There is something inside
Something violent
Something monstrous
That wants to kill
That needs to kill
Each day I struggle
To control this beast
That lives inside
I try to hide it's rage
It's thirts for blood
But it always shows
I sometimes lose hold
Letting this creature
Lose upon the world
And all I can do
Is watch in horror
Through it's eyes,
My eyes...,
As it tortures them
Desecrate them
Mutilate and slaughter
It's helpless prey
They waste their breath
Screaming for help
Screaming for mercy
And all I can do
Is watch the massacre
But the more it kills
The more I enjoy it
The more it kills
The less I fight it
There is a rush
An addictive pleasure
Wanting more blood
For it to keep killing
To quench not just it's thirst
But now mine as well
So as it stalks,
Tortures, slaughters
And feast upon them
I laugh at their struggles
Losing myself deeper
Into this creature
A creature made from
My hate and rage
A creature so real
Yet so made up
And as the blood
Soaks my hands
I slowly realize that
There is no creature
Just me and my prey
Just me, alone with
An insatiable thirst
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
Not sure how to classify
This poem, lyrics or
Possible apology
Memories and emotions
Brought to life to cope
Or just a bunch of
Nonsense that makes sense
To me and none others
But it is something
That will either help
Or just make things worse...
A show called Red vs Blue
Has a quote that helps
The characters "revive"
The main character, an AI
And that quote is
"Memory is the key."
But what is memory
A key to really?
Happiness, success,
Anger, pain, sorrow?
It wasn't until the other day
That it is a key to all
And yet to possibly nothing
People say to not
Dwell on the past
But the past five years
Have been the best
And also the worst
I became a Traditional Satanist
I lost family and friends
I started to work with musicians
I've been homeless countless times
My niece and nephew were born
I almost went to prison
For personal reasons
Became friends with bands
That I basically worship
Tried ending it all
But with all of that
And so much more
One person is always there
The memories can either
Brighten my darkest days
Or turn it all upside down
She is always on my mind
Ever since we first spoke
She is one of the few
That can make me laugh
Calm me down
Stun me with her beauty
Make me give in
And make up a story
Right on the spot
She was my fallen angel
And I her knightmare in shining armor
Throughout the years
We had our arguments,
Our fights that seemed
To never end until someone smiled
Even had our days
Where no one mattered
Except each other
Would sometimes call off a show
Just to talk to her
Even if it was for an hour
Used to have a game
Where I would tell her sob stories
To see if I she would cry
More than two tears
Joke around with her
About her fears
And yet with all the good
There is also the bad
Most of my bad is here
On this thread for people to see
So here we are in the present
No longer together
But yet she somehow still
Has my heart and can still
Make it skip a beat.
So what is memory the key to?
Maybe it's different for everyone
But for me, these past
Five up and down years
I realize that my memory
Is the key to keep me going
And I'm glad that she
Has been there to help
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
They're always here with me
Voices telling me things
Yelling, shouting, shrieking,
Whispering, growling
What I should do
Who I should torture
How I should kill
Who I should kill
Lying to me constantly
Convincing me that
I can not trust anyone
That I should die because
It's what everyone wants
That they will be best off
Without me around
Calling me worthless
A crazed *******
A person that enjoys
The suffering of others
And I belive them
I believe everything
All because it seems true
I do nothing but
Make people suffer
Only for my amusement
I am worthless in every
Sense of that word
I am an *******
Since most people
I know have called me one
Sometimes with words like
****ing, insane, crazed,
Killing obsessed, heartless,
Cold, mentally ****ed
So maybe if what the voices
Tell me is not lies but
Nothing but the truth
It must be if I am a
Suffering enjoying
Crazed and worthless
******* that everyone
and the voices
Claim that I am
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
I drag the blade violently across
The soft, silky skin of her neck
That I once used to kiss
To hear her moan
Now I smile as she gasps
Uselessly for air to fill
Her lungs to scream for help
But as her eyes widen
And she grabs at the air
She realizes that there is
No help for her tonight
So as she bleeds from
The laceration in her neck
I stare into her cold eyes
And rest a hand on her cheek
I lean my head down
Into the pool of her blood
I whisper into the warm blood
"I never wanted it to end
This way my angel..."
As tears run from her eyes
I lift my face up from
Her blood and kiss her
Once warm, soft lips
And watch as her life
Drains from her neck
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
So this is what you wanted wasn't it? To drive me mad then leave me alone to suffer from your damage. Everyday I feel the need to crush your ****ing still beating heart in my hand. How I pray to Satan everyday to destroy you, erase my memories and extinguish this maddening urge to kill. I pull out hair, draw blood, nearly cause myself to black out only to numb the pain or make it seem like an unimportant thing, if only for a few seconds. It's not that I can't move on. It's that you have embedded yourself into my mind and every thought I have. Made it so that no matter what I do or say will remind me of you. It drives me deeper into insanity and destroys me bit by bit. I don't know what to do...I don't know how to stop it all. Ignore this rant of a mad person. Ignore it like it's nothing but a lowlife ex.
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
Dried blood cakes my hands
Coating my fingernails
But the pain of the cut
Still lingers like a bad memory
Only in helping forget
About the real memories
If only for a short time
Weakly, the razor's cold
Thin edge slides across
The arm once more
Parallel to the cut prior
Running just as deep
And just as painful
But the pain is welcoming
The only welcoming feeling
I now crave like an addict
As blood drain out once more
I close my eyes and smile
Forgetting the past
If only for a short time
But any amount of time
Brings peace to someone
With a broken mind
Willing to bleed only
To forget temporarily.
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
A thornless, beautiful rose
Never without a smile
Always laughing, loving
Sharing your joy to all
Living each day to the fullest
Inspiring others to be happy
With a personality as sweet
As the candies you enjoyed
My Aunt Rose, taken too early
From this colorless world
Never to hear your laugh
And stories and jokes again
To help those around
Like you once did
We miss you Aunt Rose
And hope to see you
Some day soon
Smiling and laughing
As you once did.
Rest in Peace Aunt Rose.
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."
Summoned into the night
Led by Luciferian light
To His infernal revelry
A nocturnal mass of mockery
Where we worship in perversion
A pentecost adored in sin
In praise to the Master
The Shadowless One crowned in horn
Kult ov Azazel - trampling the cross
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Thank you Scythe. "Take one last look at your shining Heaven, Imperius. For soon, nothing of it shall remain, but my laughter..."