Tainted flavour

Happiness can be but a quick slight of hand, and happiness may be but a fragment of hope,,,,,
As this real world only teases and dares me to choke. With a cruel twist of hope and these ironic slashes on my wrist,     I will fucking starve and beg for this tainted flavour to feed me.
Tis now that I am enticed by my raw insidious beauty.
I pray for glorified pain, whith such a satanic rush as this poison fills my veins,
While 2 hollow cries of fright deeply unsettle my broken and tortured realities.
Physically alone and shaking in the dark whilst I wait for this devil beside me.
Yet I fear there is no guidance to be had in this pitch black hour now apon me.
I need a path now more then ever, with a truth that will truely cut and bleed me.
Maybe a fierce beating will Aline and adjust these insanities in me.
So too hell with my happiness as this ignorance has the sweetest taste of bliss.
Now too hell with their righteous readings, I only crave the taste of your dead carcass bleeding.
Now it tis with this sweet smell if death I lose my last flicker of light.
My lonely soul will now surely dine with the devine in hell tonight...