[Just a little something to show how heavily I seem to keep biting my tongue, for some reason... and funny enough, this is only the last portion of the real writing.]
Too many times ignored,
The demonic side to violence is bored-
A sadomasochistic madness
Is awakened by the driving sadness,
And is digging into the dead rind,
Unveiling a monster of necrotic kind!
As a shadow now begins to rise
Behind the hollowed man's eyes,
A nightmare starts to brew
Like a pneumonic plague overdue,
For the life that desires its doom-
But the torment will begin too soon!
Only by legality, the pseudonym known-
The true creature behind it not shown.
The monster known to man galore
As the creature of myth, legend and lore
Is about to come out to play
For an eternally dismal day...
As the Soul is torn away,
To reveal a shell of betrayal,
The very creature that once was in mockery
Is now on the darkest way
To becoming he whom will snap the frail
Into a bloody massacre beyond disarray!
[I've taken out certain parts, due to issues in the past. But this has been going through my head constantly, of late.]
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When you live in a reality so insane
You want to quicken the end of the pain
But you cannot do it without giving in
To the howling, the calling, sanity's wane.
In the blackness of a world
Already corrupt by disdain,
Is there any way to clear away the fog
Or are we just fighting a losing battle
Against an eternal flowing smog?
Now appear the flaccid moment,
When you realize you were always correct.
Listen to the voices in your head
Telling you this reality to dissect!
The laws of this reality
Are no longer what they once did appear.
The only guaranteed certainty
Is to be driven to death or insanity from the spear.
Cancerous and malicious,
Yet the taste of torment so delicious,
It awaits in the depths of our sanity,
Waiting to devour life, as we walk in vanity.
Mortality and morality
Now become a lucid fallacy,
Feeding on the pain and misfortune,
While our lives are flipped away,
Into a constant whirlwind of distortion.
There is no point, now, in repealing
The sentence that sends us reeling,
As unto the moral destiny we sing,
Flocking to the memory of a fallen king.
Now appear the flaccid moment,
When you realize you were always correct.
Listen to the voices in your head
Telling you this reality to dissect!
Minimize the sacrifice
In attempt to save those in the vice.
But to let go and bring only one around
Is the only answer left unbound...
Mortality, morality, both forsaken
For the sake of being lesser, yet taken...
The devil within us is transforming
Into a force of unwitting will, deforming.
Amassed only as a memory-
The memory of the people we used to be,
Are we falling apart, as a fallacy,
Or are we slowly coming back to Our reality?
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