Who has the most sinister mind, spirt, and soul?

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Unbalanced Malice

I am the kid from hatchet grown up and turned to a berserk savage. God damn it i'm sick of these, hit a neva miss a bitch thrice, type hat tricks
all up on my jock itchin my phallus like she tryna be the queen of my palace.
when i got the money stashes all up under her ass hidden up under the mattress.
I'm sure me and you will see each other through our rough patches.
OH shit now shes on crack again that's how she's slurrin her words, saggin, staggerin and actin like she don't know whats happening around her.
i hope your fuckin high horse pullin your ass off the wagon crashed and I hope no one found ya.
Grabbin up on the matches the roofs on fire and now you hackin ashes.
A waitress slash actress.
Oh no shit, NOW she can act out tragic!
Disappear a bitches ass like magic.
I trash this shit most savage; as is you cannot even imagine much less grasp it.
Tossed ya like the mafia did Hoffa down the proverbial rabbit hole like Alice.
My entire mind and scalp is weighed down with a brain callus;
Damn right my heart mind and soul is filled to the brim with golden suds in the chalice.
Tonight like fight night i might make golden glove like Cassius
I call this drink mix- unbalanced malice.
I down it, and  now im like, baby, you know im clownin... but that is just one of my talents :)

I shall be back. I have been contemplating a particular write for a while, and it should suit this well...

Take your time my good sir!

i feel DEPRIVED INSIDE... REWIND the TIME i FIND you CRIED the most when I put MY dick INSIDE your EYE. WHY????

it SEEMS to ME to BE the closest thing you have ever COME to CUMMING

at least i think those salty demons came from PLEASURE

stop RUNNING from me LOVER

i just want to choke your MOTHER

leave her trying to define ASUNDER

UNDER my HUNGER

i slit your throat in WONDER

your blood flows like WINE and this TIME i will not HIDE

my thirsty MIND

i love the taste of your EYES when i REALIZE

there is no point in LIES

your body DIVIDES

as i REWIND the TAPE

back to the PLACE

in which nothing is OKAY

OKAY????

i love the WAY you WASTE AWAY

i love the way i consume your WEIGHT

but WAIT there are more to DECAPITATE

did i tell you the joke i told FATE

a cannibals favorite number is EIGHT/ATE

how many holes can i CREATE



is this really our first DATE

Rachael

5 years ago she took what was mine
I've biding my time

Planning

I can't wait to make her dead
I am going to cut off her head

Leave it in front of her kids school
Gather round kids we're going to play kick the meat
Vengeance is going to be so fucking sweet

They aren't even together anymore I'm still going to hang
her entrails on his front door
Like Party streamers, hehe yea! gore galore

Nail her heart into a seedy bathroom stall write next to it, " she was a good time now she's nothing at all, you missed your chance to call"

The rest I don't care about I'm done with it, oh, but not before I carve in there somewhere this whore is no more

I've just settled a score

Hooks and chains-----

Welcome to my mind,
now open the door and take my hand as we journey through a nightmare.
Close your eyes,
and promise not to open them for the sight of my brooding can kill with a stare.
The door closes behind us and now there is no turning back,
we must go through my hell to the end of the line,
to survive this mental attack.

Below your feet is a warm, soft cushion.
Tread light and mind the nails.
What you feel is the skins pinned together from the faces of subconscious thoughts.
I come here sometimes to this room from which I write to you.
I sit in the corner and listen, in a chair of stitched together tits, to the mouths in the floor which guide my pen.
They speak in tongues only I can understand
And all you can hear is the din.
A hand grabs your foot, it's nails prick the skin.
Fear not, that's just an idea catching my attention.

Can you hear the screams bleeding through the walls?
The screams of the people I torture down the hall.
Keep walking and try not to stop,
there's so much to witness though see you cannot.

The metallic twinkle of swinging chains echo from the dungeon ahead,
and the ground has gone from soft and warm to cold and wet.
Sharp gravel cuts between your toes as I take you through the threshold of pain.
The air here is heavy and still, stagnant with the scent of blood.
You ask what happened to the screams you heard in the room before.
You open an eye to take a peek, in regret you drop to the floor.
No ceiling here just the darkness of a moonless night out from which links of steel ascend.
Countless rows of bodies with hooks in their skin suspended swinging above the ground.
Wires woven through their lips explains the sudden silence.
Walking past I can't resist to carve their flesh.
With a sharpened blade and a steady hand, now you have seen my violence.

Open your eyes again and I swear to tear them out,
meticulous and surgically, nobody will hear you shout.
Keep walking and try not to stop,
We're close to the end though see it you cannot.

The sound of bells resonate in your skull as I lead to to an ash blackened altar.
A murmur grows behind you, a hymn without falter.
Hurt is what I worship and blood my only god.
Can you fell the razor at your neck?
A flick of the wrist is all it takes and god is on its way.
Try and resist but you are nothing but a dream and your existence knows only the boundaries of my brain.
Your body is mine and mine for the taking,
thank you for your donation of pain.

Lapping the blood,
and eating your remnants.
I have finally killed the good.
Leaving only the resonance,
suspended by chains
attached to blood rusted hooks.  

You all have some damn good poems that's for sure. I like a tough competition.

Well arnt you competitive! Gesh! Well good luck! Have fun with it dnt get too serious ^-^ great job!