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Josiah Wilson Jun 2014
I am your madness
I am the voice in your mind
I am your demon
That says do not be kind

I drive you to ****, and to steal, and to maim
I make you smile and laugh as they try to escape
I make you grin as you cut them all down
Their dead, lifeless bodies fall limp to the ground

I am your madness
And you can not run away
I am your demon
Just accept it's your fate

To find joy in the pain of the strong and the weak
And destroy all the solace of those who seek peace
I'm why you laugh as they grovel and cry
I make you love how they bleed as they die

I am your madness
I am your insanity
I am your demon
You will never be free
Josiah Wilson Nov 2013
Sometimes
I just want to
**** myself
Josiah Wilson Oct 2013
That feeling I get
When he's there
Taking your attention
You've got none left to spare

Makes me want to scream
To the sky
How much I want him
Just to go away and die

Because he is
Everything I hate
And he knows it
He thinks that he's so great

But I just want to
Smash his face in
With
A really
Big
Rock
Ann Voge Apr 2014
I'm happy
content.

I'm in love
finally.

I'm proud
Of myself.

I'm filled with
Sunshine and
Daisies.

april fools

I'm sad
depressed.

I'm out of love
still.

I'm unhappy
with myself.

       and
I'm empty with
darkness and
Filled with self loath.
Rose Jun 2014
Taste the cigarette on my breath and feel the way it's destroying my lungs slowly
Just like you do every time you look at me,
I forget how to breathe,
And between the two of you
I'll be dead soon.
Clindballe May 2014
In a trance, slashing throats. I'm in a killer mood someone's going to pay for this. All this betray and backstabbing. Pleasure by seeing other people suffering. Stressed out, messed up, ****** up. Killing every living thing as I walk by. Tonight you're all going to pay. Tonight is the end. **Suffer!
Written: May 22. -2014
You wandered the room.
Entered through the doorway.
Fluently floating, and timidly tracing.
Your temporal frame, your transient shape.
Your obsession with perfection and your warm cordial face.

I noticed bite marks on your arms and legs,
they were red and freshly laid.
You shouldn't go where you aren't safe.
The world can be a horrid place.

When I looked into your eyes,
They were dead and  they were cloudy.
I haven't seen or heard a thing scream dread so loudly.
I can see it in your soul, I can see in your consonance.
And if this what your future is, I don't want a part of it.
She knelt by the dark grey  marble headstone
once again on the anniversary
of the day she had happily buried her husband
six feet down in the ground
eight years since she had caused his demise
for a man she did despise!

As the widow gloated behind a false facade
the same figure watched
behind her the deceased husband stood
turning could not see him
thinking once again how good and thrilling
never a suspected killing!

No idea her good life would come to an end
as supernatural forces gathered
this time he followed her back to a plush car
the long dead husband was back
what had changed to allow him the power
to be back at this hour!

Angry sat next to the wife who murdered him
driven back to his own home
familiar items brought back good memories
from when he lived here
now a ghost haunting the house he loved
before down the stairs shoved!

Whether there is a heaven or a place called hell
he had prayed so very hard
from a dark pitiless limbo it changed to hope
now with a new man argued
started by the woman who had meant so much
now he would loath to touch!

****** to the floor berating of him was bored
scrambling to her feet ran
up those familiar stairs shouting more abuse
pursued by this enraged man
like a replay saw her violent death as she fell
her neck broken he could tell!

Instantly was at peace free no longer in turmoil
a tunnel so bright he could see
looking down at her lifeless body he passed on
but a faceless evil took her soul
engulfing it for that overdue journey to hell
righteousness had created this spell!

Jutsice it seems had at last been done!

The Foureyed Poet.
She thought it was the perfect ******! But justice was eventually done! The Foureyed Poet.
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