Melting colours,
fucked across my walls,
brown into brown into brown into brown
death and disease and unholy ghosts
of this little church boy . . . singing.
Sorrow of my soul,
shifting music and sounds,
of love, and of hate, of compassion, and of death
all but an ever loving soul,
my one and only left . . . in death.
Silent Words,
scrawled across dead hallways,
splattered in deep streeks of death, blood
boredom, outshined by the pain,
of rejection and stupidity . . . of me.
Fucked God,
ungracious and uncaring,
hating me, hating them, hating us, hating all
no god can ever be a god,
a god who lets the world corrode . . . acid.
Broken wings,
angels fall unto the earth,
never, never, never, never
why would he create me to live my misery?
there are no Gods...
for he hath deliever me from evil...
Reason for writing:
...everything is extreme to a point where it all breaks...
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