Drunken misuse of my soul.
Battery to my heart - torn open.
Another day another waste of flesh.
Sitting quietly, locked away from the day.
Chocking on the regrets I have piled upon the filthy floor.
Mice chew away the straps, only to be free in this confinment.
Hollow and brused, Drama of my aging contempt.
In my ears I can hear my heart beat still.
Still as the night before.
Nothing ever disturbs this nothingness.
Dont u have the key?
Pick the lock if u can.
The one to my inner-self.
Inner self loathing.
This is my lament.
I.R.M. 01/14/06
Like a headache with a drowning emotion.
Deeper into the pain filled pool of blood.
Thick and viscus cover me like the hand of the Devil.
Holding me down and pulling me up.
Teach me the lessons of life in death.
No more.
I was fucked before I even opened my eyes.
Cast out and raped with every thing in doubt.
Know that I have lived this so that my children will know what is to come.
Nothing can protect you now.
Fucked.
I watch to much media filth.
Engorged on the foul smell of a cultrure twisted with ignorince.
The world is on big waste, a landfill over flowing with corpse.
Digging through endlessly hoping to scavange the remains of the rich.
This is the kind of shit I have become used to.
Feeding of the breast of mediocrity.
I.R.M. 01/13/09
