These are the truth tools; these which I use to torture myself. The sharpening stone must be wet and the tools sharp to hit home. I think I'm insane, or at the least, not so far from that ledgefall into hell or beyond. Thanks be Gods. No emotion, but that needling hot nothingness and a … Continue reading Wet Stone
The sounds of silence. There is no such thing In reality. Why? You are human. Noise comes naturally Y'know that crack'lin? That rapid rushing When hear something And you are alone? That's the cry of your nervous system How about that thud That beats in your ears... Can't you hear it now? Boom (pause) Boom … Continue reading I warned you that I’d write a poem…
Another-day/Wake-and-die /Suffocation-again/sigh/ It’s-not-ideal-perhaps /But-I-embrace-it/why-not/ Life-is-so-much-simpler-when-you’re-dead /Shit-doesn’t-matter-except-the-day /And-the-people-in-it/Cursed-daystar/hiss/Death-goes-on-into perpetuity /Mournings-suck-even for-the-departed/ That’s-why-there’s-coffee. fin
Does silence disturb the delicate balance? The hard won solace of sheep mentality, lost Get used to it... Silence is for the dead, or the nearly so Don't like it? Learn to scream, then - here *reveals axe* This may help...
Hickory duckory Fuck, why must you be such a dick? If buzzkill had a finger, it'd be pointed in your general vicinity Is it so difficult to be a little less self aware, maybe? Screw your thinly veiled, venomous barbs I'm hanging out in drown town tonight Let my sorrows sink or whatever I'll smother the mothersuckers. … Continue reading mothersuckers
I'm pretty sure that I'm fundamentally broken. It's the only real reason I can even think of to explain why I'm so impossible to love. Why it's so difficult to find the same respect in speaking to me as others receive. Maybe I expect too much, and that's why. Or maybe I'm too thin now. Or … Continue reading How I feel
You called me sister twister but you turn like a tornado stirring words and empty emotion into an inedible buffet that I can't bear to sit eat from for fear of poison and hate sauce. no one counts the cost any more. it's a lost art to be kind and not considered a doormat c'mon … Continue reading Uncommon Fire
Do you think me pretentious Or just inane because I refuse to kneel After a lifetime on my knees Praying to a nonexistent God Or bowed to the will of another I've done my time in Hell Thank you for not shoving your belief Down my throat If I wanted a religious facefuck I'd google … Continue reading Reactions may vary