Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Twenty Five: Too Long

Dark methods and reasons for death and betrayal

An aneroxia to people

A psychopath to society

Spilled blood won't help you find an answer

You'll spell out hatred with my ashes

Your sharpest knife is your words

When something changes

What do you expect me to do?

When you flip my world upside down

And you expect me to get used to it?

Something's don't have the ability to get used to them

Your God damn heart is one of them

For all I know you sent me to this Hell

And you make everything up for your personal attention

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No matter what amount of fake pain

Will make me mention a word of care to your heart

No matter what amount of fake pain

Will make me reign pity on you

First you attempted to destroy me

Then you set yourself up for display

And let the whole world believe your lie

I'm sick and tired of your misery

All you do is fake it

I'm sick and tired of the drama

All you do is cause it

I'm sick and tired of your life

I don't know what to believe anymore

I've tired to help you countless times

All you did was hurt me in the end

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I wouldn't be surprised if you got eclampsia

Or you suddenly died and came back to life

You've made me feel this way for to long

I say it's my time to bring the pain

There's to many of us

You left us all to die

You've replaced every single one of us

Your whole God damn life is a lie

I don't want your love

I don't want excuses

I just wanna see your head rolling

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I hung up your body

Decorated your grave

People danced on it

People laughed on it

But I'm still sharpening the axe

God help me, I'm getting worse

Violent tendicies increasing

God help me, I'm getting so much worse

Late night screams aren't coming from me any more

God, please help me, I'm the worst

I can't stop thinking of you

I couldn't stop thinking of killing you

Charged with second degree murder

I plotted everything

But I still snapped