Submissions by xyolophonedeath

Is it sick?
sadistic, or just sad?
I'd like to see you crumple...
Just love the sight  of your body...
dead on the cold and desolate floor...
the bloody, now black, surface of the earth...

Is it wrong?
morbid, or just plain fucked-up?
This is the way I feel...
These feelings have pervaded...
taken over, and possessed my being...
This is me, this is how I am, this is what I want...

Is it ok?
right, or just fine?
That the world has made me...
hate and despise, this miracle we call life...
But NO, this is just a convenient...

Let me tell you something:

I am just an analyst

My deep blue eyes you cannot resist

Everyday I sit and ponder how I do exist

And many times, death upon myself, I have wished

For I am just the analyst

How many years gone and now missed

My regrets are many and form a long list

But life is mystery and does often twist

As I continue on as the analyst

Consummation of an entire race
Aware of an approaching doom
They decided to marry a well known
Relatively, close fate
Then no:
Scramble!
Work faster!
Now's the time to change!
Still time to make this right...
Then no:
It's not working!
Failing!
Hearts seizing!
Fuck it's too late!
So they sat back and watched
towers,
monuments
homes
families
friends...
FALL
Foundation of a thousand years
Gone within a couple blinks of bloodshot eyes
They're not here anymore...
Not on earth...
But somewhere in...