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I feel your words of wisdom as if they were impaled into me. I hear your actions of violence; you must be my enemy. Your control takes no effect; my conscience will not allow it. Find another being to posses; I will not be your puppet. I realize your words of wisdom were nothing but a lie. Your malice won't prevail for evil always dies. Send me from this hell to a road of deliverance. The price I pay is too great to relay; it's my punishment. "Punishment for what?" you say, but I turn my head and look away. I'm ashamed that I fell for your hatred; your impurities caused me pain. I must adapt to this for fear of death, for the weak l

When Solidity Expires When solidity expires walls come crashing down. You cry a cry of despair hoping to convince yourself, that reality is just fantasy, where angels fall to the ground. Their climaxing decent brings you false hope; they're not here to help your pain they're on their way to a place called hell. A home I wish not to claim, A place I wish not to dwell. Fortitude is sapped as solidity fails, for is that not what that means? These senseless words that string a tale, forge my words into a clear scene: Not many understand my condition, the reason why I feel this way. They probably care not to hear my words, to listen

Anger, Regret: They Coincide My words they spill onto this paper, as my blood pumps drastically. My emotions are roaring to be released, as the anger flows freely. My vision blurs as a mist of tears swell. They drip behind me marking my trail. Waves of fury wash over me, as intense bursts of energy augment. Clarity ceases as my mentality fades, leaving a senseless mind of torment. In my blind rage a mistake is made. Consequences high, apologies to late. Stained and inanimate lies on the floor, the victim of an outburst of violence. A bloody puddle dispersed amongst the still, marks the scene of my current lament The knife decorated

Sadism, Carnage, Hostility, Me My emotions have been twisted into corruption. My heart has been eroded straight to the core. Pitiful is a word that compliments my condition. My soul has been shredded and can take no more. What perils I must face for what you've done. You're gone without word now my fate is lost. I will never walk freely enjoying the morning sun. My life you have wasted to suit your own cause. Damn you to hell for the torment you've put me through. Damn you from salvation, which is something I deserve. Salvation I can not obtain, for the things done because of you. I'll join your poor soul for eternal torment to se