PSYCHOSIS's blog: "In the mind of Insanity"

Born once or twice into a volnurable cavity. The next i'll be aborted and amuse this whole habitat of snakes and sin. Admire me in my desolation for golden streams of leaking breasts to feed off and adorn wil one day come. My bouquet of germs will compete against this hold fast steady tide. Obidience will break and we will gain our right to speak. Free-swimming goddess of albino canvas skin. Catharsis and feminine who rules the empty page. Leave freckles where the angels kiss, and disregard the vein. For what was goliath guilty of? A monsterous made distraction. Burn him with the gypsys because goblins deserve to die. Discipline. Rarely seen in use, but needed to advance our holy souls. This tightened chest craves air flow. Amorality is what. Not good nor evil comes of what we wish we didnt know. Home. A place where instruments are everyones desire. Vocal paradise.. at last, we sing as Gods creations. Hallucinations. Or just instinct. Maybe only truth. But his love, we're all deserving but never he deserves our hate. An outer slate of conciousness. Insomnia needs sleep. Prepare for what you've never seen before while all is dark. Kneel to the pain of anothers remorse. Bring forth a lamb without a name. Give all u have even tho it may seem-nothing. Enjoy the next departure, knowing time does not exist. Soon enough we'll grow sheilds to sufforing and fly amongst the light. Life is just... and beauty reigns. Look deeper into space. Farther in the mind. Avoiding all the scrapes. Stand silent in the center, then let yourself disolve. For here at this perfect moment you are meant. Everything is visionless, yet more than anything. Make ones frown a smile and nothing seems to matter. All else fades away. Never let the statue b thy leader. Follow yourself. For you are what heavens meant to be.. you are you and I am me.. and we all make sense here equally. -Anna

I'VE SHED SKIN AND WOKE UP A DECADE LATER. I STILL HAVE AN UGLY IMAGE. I STILL SEE THE SAME REFLECTION. I'VE SHED SKIN AND WOKE UP A DECADE LATER. ONLY TO FIND I HAVE AGED AND STOPPED LIVING A DECADE AGO. I HAVE NOTHING TO SHOW FOR. I HAVE NOTHING TO GIVE. I'VE SHED SKIN AND WOKE UP A DECADE LATER... REALIZING I'VE WASTED MY WHOLE LIFE. I'VE SHED SKIN AND WOKE UP A DECADE LATER, NOTICING I'VE DIED TEN YEARS AGO. -Anna

Another day of victory, wait its not quite over... Long legs have been chopped in half, walking bull-legged over moons of glass. Streets of passion long for the prints of my beat up shoes... Amuse this tired human, I am coming, bleeding booze. The leaves hold life, Im jealous, instant envy flows within... Take me as this no1 cuz i'll never know a friend... a friend.. a friend. Stilts that carry heartless chests... bandaged from the bruises of the sins they now possess. I am ok, I am ok, Im not ok.. but I am. Another day of victory, wait.. almost.. its nearing end... My stomachs tossed and turned, im bent in agony again. A quest has been abandoned... the wings ripped from the bone... An ashtray full of sorrow only I and Satan own.. I own.. I own. A breath that leaves welts on the skin, belts that rape the lifeless... Im soaking in my own filth once again... Once again. I am ok... I am ok... Im not ok.. But I am. -Anna

The cold dragon of emtiness slides and slithers thru my bones. In and out of all my hopes and devours all my want. Slaps me with its tail to awaken me and all a sudden its a picture perfect memory. Stale and unwanted like death. It stalks me and will until then. A boiling lake of fire I swim thru. Am I affraid to get burnt again? The cells that make my being are now disinegrating into him. I cant last. It always comes home. A place where evil rides steadily on white sheep, eating all my feild of everything I know. The corneas been slaped with a hand of suffor. Put the lid back on, i'm not yet ready to empty or enfold. Haunt me tonight, my transparent friend and decide whether im needing as much as you did. Dont no more. The creature of untrusting decades.. a mark left on the smile. Broken and secluded from all feel. Resist this feel good notice. Kill me again... Im ready. -Anna

Different carriers. Same perspectives. Iron souls pour on velvet graves. Masquerades. Raves. Caved in a shell. Oxygen masks for make-up. Eyes that cant cry. Pills to feel real. All is 1 and all is bright. Scandals, deals for savage kings, breastfed off of silver. Blank stares in sheets of silence, cold wind behind the walls. Bringing forth demons of thought into public. Sucking their lifeless lips. Behold this new creation. Sandy streets with no end... murajes of murder n dick. Bliss. Semon needed frequently to give the meaning life. Horny pigs with false intentions scatter out their seeds. Indulge in these fairy tales, then take it up the ass for me. Brilliant genious master-minds.. our kinds, our enemies. No1 seing the picture to this. No1 deserves to breath. Weed. Cocaine. Is it all the same.? Paying to get high. Severed wings with beastly grins and sadened angels eye. Common theives predicting futures. Religious parties drying the ear. Spirit means nothing, yet hell still exists, persists on marking our fears. Take a look around my friends. This Is why we suffor. -Just Anna

Wake the fuck up from this hopeless nightmare. Another tear n2 patience and sanity. Deliberatly cursed with a poison spoon. Sworn to try but cant accept this fate. Rudely insulting. Bring forth this contract so i can burn it to ashes and swallow the words n smoke. Pull on my rope to tighten the welts. A thousand feathers shed from my nerves. How do u fly with a lung of sorrow? The salt that floods the wounds are chewing fast. My knees are bleeding. My thoughts are dangerous. Collapse n2 a coma. Dont fondle me unless im soaked in sympathy. Debate my fears. You dont know shit. Tell me what I need to fix because your hoping i'll believe this bullshit speech that u breed onto a weak decision. Imposters! Devils mistress licks the fire. Fuck me n my innocense. I thought i've always been alone but evil has accompanyd my entire life. Life. A lie. Santuary is too far to call out to. Strung out by the energy of bribery. Tranquilized by the nurturing of opiates. Thank you dirty pill. I feel so clean again. This music isnt loud enough to deafen me n my silence. I need the screaming needles piercing my senses. To engage in all the sound. Interact with my inner child. Lets play. Cut the hair of a molested Barbie. Im intentionally ill. Purposly sick. Accidentally concieved. Devoured by the sharp teeth of an abusive kin. When will I win. Again I fail to care 4 any1 but myself. Starring thru the eyes of the brain. Take this blade n carve out all this unwanted sting. Suck me out and spit me in. Sheltered substance embeded in the creases of my fragile bones. I wanna go home.. to finally release my presence I must sacrifice my only true devotion. I must kill the ones I love to live where I belong. Hold me holy serpent, I am soaked with moral sin. -Just Anna

Bathe in this pit of crystal tears. Feel on demand, like sharp glass tacs. Pouring.. Steaming... Adrenaline forrests. Phobia pickets the simpleton. Yet is this such simpleton really the loone? Fools dance on fire and truth burns the same. How can one speak as to judge one a string, to another thin theory of loss. Decompose generations of jokes and flags. My comrade now worn to the bone. Blood of the blue.. tainted thirst for the words.. Second guessing is never correct. Are we all just bored to be born again? Or will someday the apology breathe? All artificial in marching stampedes... Go forth and choose what you see without eyes. -Anna

AN OBLIVION. MY DECEPTION. BREAK TO PIECES AND BURY MY EYES. I DONT WANT TO HIDE OR SEEK. I WANT TO BE IN STILL SILENCE. AWAY FROM HERE. AWAY FROM YOU. CALL ME WHAT U WILL. NEVER KNOWING THE MEANINGS TO THESE WORDS YOU SPEAK. NOTHING. YOUR THOUGHTS. NOTHING. YOU. AT THIS POINT WE CAN BURN. ASH TO ASH. LAYN OUT. STILL TRYING TO CATCH THE LAST FLAME FOR AIR. FOR A POINT. FOR A REASON TO PRETEND. -ANNA