The rivers of blood
Look so beautiful on pale skin
Some creeks
Some longer than the Nile
All marks of self-destruction
But does it really matter?
My body is mine, after all
I wish I could just escape my mind
Leave all the bullshit to those around me
And I know it’s selfish, but dammit, why can’t I be happy?
Or maybe it’s not selfish, but a simple human desire
I would never know
Everything human I do is pushed away
I’m not allowed
I must be perfect
Just as perfect as those streaks of scarlet
It doesn’t matter who I am
I have to hold the world
I have to dumb myself down
I, I, I, I!
When did I become so selfish?
Rather cause pain than happiness?
Be a sour person?
Oh my god, why can’t I wake up?!?!
I peel the skin off my arms
Just to take control
Give me the worst of highs
Letting my blood slowly spill
I give a smile
Yet my soul is dying
An endless cycle of pain and suffering
I laugh it off, but the feeling stays
A dull ache that worsens everyday
Leaving only hate
I think I might go crazy
Or I already am
Fuck it
This isn’t a fairy tale
I’m no hero
My pain and suffering won’t leave me be
I don’t need punishment from anyone else
I can do it all by myself
Gods, the scarlet is so beautiful
Staining even the most pure things
Blood of a drug addict
Blood of a bastard child
Blood of a liar and the blood of an abuser
All mix and flow through my veins
The madness of purity wins
A horrifying sight
My tongue out to lick off the blood
My eyes ablaze
But you seem to stay
Quite the curious sight
Eyes hazy with endorphins
You seem scared
A laughable state
My eyes are filled with danger
I’d rather see blood on my hands
He and her must pay dearly for the madness they have caused
O’ver an’ o’ver
A text filled with errors
A script stuttering and jutting with pusles
I must assure you
This wasn’t my fault
It was simply by design
A drawing board written in blood
A play filled with pain and sorrow
An Ancient Greecian tragedy
A sly smile looking deranged on a blood stained face
More magnificent than even the most carefully crafted of stories
Am I but a blot on the page?
Another person forgotten by the world
Fading into the background
But even the most suppressed voices find a way to break through
Truly a comedy in every sense of the word
But what am I kidding?
My comedy has no rise
It’s flat
As empty as the truth is
Just as empty as religion
Their scarlet life just a weak attempt at salvation
Their crooked secrets
They love the scarlet almost as much as I do
Causing wars and massacres in the name of god
But they are worse, don’t you dare think I’m that low
At least I’m honest
Not blaming bloodshed on a god
No, I am honest
History is covered by a veil
Her eyes never quite uncovered
But it is something that I have come to expect
A fucking oxymoron depented on a madmans ravings
But I doubt you even fucking care
Why would you?
You need a fucking scapegoat
A fictional place to go when you do good
And a reason for your bloodshed
Don’t make me laugh
I’ve never seen such a pitiful excuse
They cause as many rivers as I do
Albeit not to oneself
But how the fuck are they allowed to control the world?
No, their pitiful excuses do not amuse me anymore
Am I more than weary, more than tired
I am not quite sure what this is
But I know making more of those scarlet rivers slowly eases everything
Not having to decipher feelings
But only having to understand the pain
Something I can understand, something that I can fathom
Knowing the exact reason for my pain
A sense of control, perhaps
Or maybe I truly I do have a few screws loose
Ah, what a beautiful use of the Devil’s Dictionary
A satiristic and cruel look upon the world
One I’m only too happy to use
I laugh at the sight of people pleading
Where were you when I was drowning?
This verse makes no sense
But that is the point
Nothing makes sense
Nothing is black and white
And nothing is wrong or right
(Heeeeyyyyyyy, New book with poetry!!!!!!!!!!!!! This'll be submitted for shit, sooooooo yeah - Sansapuns)
