Demonicrebellion's blog: "the poem"

I have this urge. But I can't seem to identify it. Can you help me find the surge. That surely supplies it. Thoughts are compressed, And words don't impress. They just digress, That is all at best. Sinful desire makes the fire higher. Indulgence is okay but too much is bad. I come to take you for hire. If you end up dying I'll be glad. Never will I be mad. I will not even get sad. But glad like Tupperware. I can feel the hate from everywhere. Hoping that you simply leave. If you don't with my knife, I will have to cleave. I will be happy once you've lost your life.

My thoughts are dangerous. I told you this is contagious. this feeling of my heart aching. I can feel it slowly breaking. So now I sit broken heart and crazy glue. With nothing on my mind just thinking of you. I don't have a thought other then love, except hate, and I know there is no black dove. So to close this thing. I think I'll have to present a ring. Making sure this isn't just a fling. That this is truly more than nothing. It's something that makes me speak. Makes me wish my outlook wasn't bleak. I shall not even make a peek. I won't ever let my tongue speak.

I've hidden my thoughts away, But it seems the unveiling is today. I just may have to leave you in dismay, Possible I may have to blow you away. It seems you all walk in fear, when you see me clearly don't even come near. I don't want to have to rip out your mandible, My hate isn't something that you can handle. I have a thought I'll devour your soul, After blood spills I look to the moon. I can't help that I feel I need to howl, They don't understand they are dealing with a loon. Killing everything I love I only have hate, Seeing you fall from above makes me debate. Whether there is only lies, it's starting to attract flies. Now at the close of this I am weak and weary, I don't know how to look close enough with my vision. I asked you to look clearly, But I've made my decision an incision. END

I am sitting in my own blasphemes, Looking at all of my catastrophes. I don't want to keep on sinning, However I have to keep on living. You see to live is evil, And evil is people. People are sinners. Yet people are believers. I accept if I'm wrong I shall burn, I merely sit here and wait for my turn. I preach out my lesson, yet none of you learn. I have given up on you it seems. You can't give up your silly dreams. I'll murder your mind if you'd give me a chance. For talking to me may just be your final dance. I wish to give you all my mind. But the message none seem to find. Maybe it isn't them who are lost, Maybe my victory is Perice, at to great a cost? I have chosen my fate. it is all to late. I'm going to end this all. I have finally started to......FALL!

The end is drawing near, You must start understanding. I'll clear you a path, In order to give you a clear landing. I got my mind out of the gutter, I gave my thoughts a cleansing. I give you all of my mind, yet still you aren't listening. Giving up is a good idea, But I don't want to go blank. For all of my morbid thoughts, I have you all to thank. You give me such an inspiration, I can't even begin to describe. If this was mid evil times, I think the only thing I'd be is a scribe. Do you love it of hate it, I don't think you believe in, What I have just stated, You are all going to burn for sin. Wether it is sins of the flesh, I don't know the answer yet. I don't think that I can, Start to forgive or regret. All of the things that I've done, I did it all in fun. But some things may get evil, Maybe, perhaps I am really the devil. The avid unbeliever, The true deceiver. Where as you are the receiver, I happen to be the dealer. Of this new state of law, I will beat you until you're raw. I can officially give the call, To have my soldiers murder you all.

These streets have been derogated, Now I've found myself drifting into decadence. I see some of you are already getting aggravated, This ill ridden trash in the ambiance. Some are already feeling arrhythmia, But you will get no help, I'm not charitable. You seem to forever be in hysteria, The feeling of animosity is understandable. The puddles are steadily filling, At the moment there seems to be no end. This surely means the blood is spilling, Don't cry to me I'm truly not your friend. I often look to the sky, Hoping I'll see your magnanimous god. Seeing nothing I think it must be a lie, Do you think this to be odd? I am very iniquitous in my mind. Some say I have a tendency of being inhumane. This is something not very hard to find, I think I am a king without a main.