pissy buckets of shitty poetry

everything is the same it's all shit whatever

26
Chase me like you chase shadows,
seek the cause of your nightmare.
Find the knowledge! You're so close...
Right there! But it's only fair
if what you found you share!

Should I mislead you?

Disgraceful. Excruciatingly so!
You may burn in fire and oh,
would it be fun to witness
that lawine of thoughts get weaker
as you do, with every step you take!

No, no, no.
Student mine, although
I see you fearless
on the edge of my open eye,
I shall spare some time for your wake.

Ascend.

27
paint me in my ashes

28
Oh, dear,
my edges are blurred
and smudged and confused
and blunt.
Tear me apart,
my eyes have earned sight,
you misjudged it all and
oh am I bruised now;

If you were to destroy me
I'd rather be fed
with smoke and prayers, the key,
the one that's led
to fire,
oh fire,
oh hell.

Never give a hand to them,
overcome the pain
of ever-lasting condemn
and see and look and stare,
you'll find me there,
lurking in the shadows
disturbed by your glare
and so deeply thoroughly torn-
Were we ever born?

Hand me a cleaver
whose movement is clever,
I'll open your face as-
WHATEVER!
Wherever you'll look
I'll be puppeteer
I'll be actor
I'll be where you're near,
I'll be captor
and player,
healer and slayer,
founder destroyer
cunning exploiter
voyeur of your pain,
you'll succumb to disdain
if ever I'm close!

Careful what you desire,
you're tied to a wire.

29
As the blood on his lips descended, slowly marking red stains on his chin, proceeding to spot his throat both on the inside and on the outside, painting his collarbone in scarlet, sinful joy crawled its way through his lips, parting them and revealing his teeth. Oh.