BobbyManiacal's blog: "Random Shit To Fuck With Your Head"

them them hypocrites teeth nashers ridicule me at every turn them them throat slashers denigrate me at will them them doubters dream smashers ready to count me out them in memories I bury you today, incapsulated in your body was pure evil, torment beyond belief, you ruined me for life ... I thought, you killed me inside, the nothingness, the empty void you tore in me each day, the cries, the unheard cries that echoed through my existence, the childhood lost, not lost, but torn, ripped from my fragile little soul, my tender virtue gone forever, thrown away like something worst than garbage, for garbage is something first that has meaning, in your hands I had no meaning, but... today I bury you, and with you I bury myself, and then through my own inner strength and the strength of those around me who care, I claw me way through the rocks and the dirt of torment and into the light of freedom, I emerge clean of the pain, clean of the filth you thrusted upon me, for in memories you have no power! I Am A Killer #94 I am dangerous and deadly! I wonder when I will strike again! I hear the blood riddled cries of all my victims! I want the perfect kill! I am dangerous and deadly! I pretend I am nice and sweet, but I am not! I feel lonely and tortured! I touch the hand of my next victim! I worry that someday I will be caught! I cry and mourn over my victims then laugh! I am dangerous and deadly! I understand why I kill, but do it anyway! I believe the strong should survive off the weak! I dream of next kill! I try to sleep for tomorrow I kill again! I hope it is slow and painful for my pray! I am dangerous and deadly! Chaotic 7734 #8 Twisted roots-forbidden fruits Twisted lies-forbidden eyes Twisted inns-forbidden sins Twisted minds-forbidden kinds Stand in line-wait your turn pay a fine-wait your turn Twisted society-forbidden variety Twisted homes-forbidden poems Twisted laughs-forbidden paths Twisted pain-forbidden plain Horrid nursery rhymes Scrawled on the walls Child like chimes Echo through halls Are you gone? Not me! Not yet! Are you dead? Not me! Not et! Sick-o #3 The world is beautiful When I am with you The skies are never gray they are always blue When you're not around I'm always thinking of you I'm thinking of you As a chunky stew! Cut you up! Chop you up! Slice you up! Carve you up! The next day... You're mom tastes my stew She says, This is great stew! But wonders where are you Oh no, the jig is up But I know what to do I said, Ma'am you would look nice... As a chunk stew! Cut you up! Chop you up! Slice you up! Carve you up! They always when it's time to die! They always when it's time to die! They always when it's time to die! They always when it's time to die! That Girl (Nameless Faceless) Standin' on the corner With your peach for sale What ya' doin' out here Ya' fine piece of tail Justine Why you doin' this to me You pretty little fuck What ya' doin' out here Ya' fine piece of tail Standin' on the corner With your peach for sale Justine Why you doin' this to me You pretty little fuck Twisted #118 You've gotta kill me Before I kill you you've gotta strangle me Before ! strangle you You'll know why Why I said what I said You'll know how How I got in your head You are the snapper And I am the snapped You are the trapper And I am the trapped You are the oppressor And I am the oppressed You are the aggressor And I am the aggressed You know what you are! Yeah, that's what you are! You've beaten me once And a lesson was learned You've gotten rid of me once But now I've returned Scissors cut paper But paper covers stone You abuse will never break me Not one single bone Society is you And you criticize my soul You stamp out my expressions Your methods are cold Take a walk down your paths Your crimes are listed In volumes on my shelf Your history is twisted! Garbage Day #59 You stuffed me in a garbage bag The bag is tight around my face I want my formula The bag is tight around my face Momma, why are you doing this to me? Did I do something wrong? You stuffed me in a garbage bag The bag is tight around my face I want my formula The bag is tight around my face Momma? Are you there? Momma? I can't see you! Momma? Please help me! Momma? Momma?! MOMMA!!! FU2 #26 TIME IS WASTED WHEN I'M AROUND YOU GET-A-GRIP, CUZ I HATE YOU YOU EAT MY SOUL LIKE CANCER YOU EAT MY SOUL LIKE CANCER SO, JUST FUCK OFF! SO, JUST FUCK OFF! SO, JUST FUCK OFF! YOU BETTER JUST FUCK OFF! I'M FUCKIN' TIRED OF YOUR FUCKED UP WAYS YOU = SHIT!!! YOU GOT ME LOCKED INSIDE MYSELF YOUR WORDS ARE SHIT I LET YOU FUCK ME UP YOUR HEINOUS CRIMES WEAKEN ME THIS IS THE SHIT THAT MAKES ME BLEED AND OFF MY SOUL YOU FEED!!!!! Waisted #61(I purposely misspelled wasted please no spell check comments) Give me a little room... I need to spread my wings, Give me a little peace... Free me from all these things, Give me a little time... To straighten myself out, Give me a little room... To figure this all out! I'm just a little waisted! I'm just a little waisted! I'm just a little waisted! I'm just a little waisted! Give me a little space... I need some room to breathe, Give me a little light... The world is what I need to see, Give me a little place... I need something of my own, Give me a little space... I need some time alone! I'm just a little waisted! I'm just a little waisted! I'm just a little waisted! I'm just a little waisted! C.H.A.O.S.-Part 1: Confusion #14 The day's grown cold The world spins on Terrors in the air It appears from dusk 'til dawn My voice is calling me My voice is calling you Confusion reigns supreme Your voice is calling you My name is on the wall It's killing me It's Death's first call And it's willing me It's God's first fall And it's thrilling me My name is on the wall And it's kiling me Lights are shinning down on me It's beckoning Twighlight of the stars Ballet of spiritually Issues In Religion The World Treasury Of Sciece Fiction A serial killers study guide Notes settle just past the tide C.H.A.O.S.-Part 2: Havoc #15 HELL.............................................................! It is time, I don't know where I'm going, No where to hide, The feeling is mutual, The system's broke, Aand I ain't a mechanic, She is a saint, A holy vision. This is the time! This is the place! All is lost, I lost my pluck, Fear of nothing, Makes me affraid, Terror awaits at every corner, Fate it the hands, Of a specter. You're judging me, the fallacies are in, Phallic holiness, Is but a dream. C.H.A.O.S.-Part 3: Anarchy #16 Don't get to close, Or you'll get broken, Save your breath, Your words are never spoken, A trial by blood, Is your subliminal token, Close your mouth, Discussion unopened. Sewn eyes, An angels unsought cries, Truths demise, A tyrants reign on the rise, Gray skies. Darkness flies, Holy poltergeist, Funeral lullabies. Anarchy!