Arachnid's blog: "schitzo writing"

Dying in Darkness

I can't see anymore

I can't see the garbage at my feet

the stench of your religion

the vomit of your words

the common sense gone

maggots trying to embed in my bare feet

kiss your materialistic icons

and die in darkness

the darkness I live in

the nothingness that I feed from

the reality of your destination

slap my forehead with your ignorance

and heal yourself with your saviors empty promises

the words that drive you to kill

the words that drive you to drill into your skull

to let all the blood of your lifeless life run out

to only ask why did you do this to me

for the darkness doesn't answer

as I whisper in your ear

your dead.