A rather cryptic poem. |
Suckling the teat of condemnation Offering the crutch of media-masturbation I hold my hand to my unholy patron The blade, the knife, the butterfly of lust It wheezes, it needs to feel of blood tainted rust It seeps it slides within the wrist Amongst the flesh it oozes to persist Soon the lights fade to gray And you fail to see the light of day As you fade you fall it catches you lightly Its wings flutter ever so politely Its tiny feet clawed and pointed Its needs its desire has been anointed You trust in its words and nothing more Everything you thought was real is out the door The lies you've been told have turned gray and dead You vomit out the bullshit, the audacity you've been fed On the ground you squirm in blood covered agony Another pointless wasteful tragedy You prove to the world you're worthless and disgusting As your blade lays in the blood it begins rusting Though you take it up and you strike it down A pain more endured sensual than the Christ lords thorn crown You feel the feelings rush and sore You beg to feel nothing no more You lay on the ground thriving in pain Never to live, never to breath again Though you're compelled to stand by up Continue to live in a world so corrupt Though you're comforted by the truth Of a Genocidic Butterfly It shares your lust, Your pleasure in seeing That everyone and everything will soon die The urge and the need to want to kill But nothing more pleasurable than a thought filled thrill You won't let go, you never will Until you strike again accompanied by pill To fall down to the floor, foaming out the mouth That's whenever you go down below, 6 feet down south You see my mind is filled with murderous thoughts and hate Nothing more I desire is the end of the world, of which I anticipate I desire the end to come so quick So eager for it to end, to shut out into dark No life, no-one, no supposed spark. Let it end. Let it crash Let it end. Let it crash. Let everything die. And for once. I will be happy. With me and my genocidic butterfly. I will for once feel the emotion "Happy." -EmotionallyTorn |