DeMoNs

I understand now.
What? you might ask?
why i no longer feel unhappy, sad, angry or bad.
My demons use to speak, no not speak,
SCREAM
so horribly loud. so horribly bleak.
Now, i cannot hear them, i am deaf to there sound, i use to be in fear, now i am profound
I noticed i can no longer dream,
My nightmares are really my dreams
example: last night i did not dream of a hot sunny beach,
i dreamed of cutting a throat and cleaning with bleach
that was a joke..
it was really like this, i cut someones throat and threw them in a ditch
yeah.. i cut myself, only to watch how it bleeds
the blood makes me so hungry with so much damn greed
satanic symbols, lined up on the walls, turning light brown, they have been there to long. haha.
i can feel my dead skin mask slipping away, need some super glue just to make it stay
when it does slip, my face is decayed, the smell will turn your guts for days
all these vultures, fake fucking praise, "so great to see you"
yeah, like a fuckin tooth ache, or maybe i am more like a bad migraine,
one single drop of acidic rain
it is no ones fault, i was born this way, ended up addicted to poppy seed waste
i was just that type of kid, it would have been my fault if i died with S.I.D.S
i think i am a little bit dead, at least on the inside and all through my head
that is why my demons no long scream, i have no demons,
my demons are me.
I am so hungry for the crunching of bones, someone to take me away from being alone
ring the devils bell, walk through hell with me, show you the black mass and evil actions obscene, to bathe in the corrupts filthy dark blood
to pass on our disease to the ones that they love.
People like you, they said.
People like us.
FUCKING cockroaches
damn filthy bugs. when the apocalypse scorches the earth, who will survive? down in the dirt? cockroaches of course, because satan will not save, the pure heart divide and ones with fake praise
sex is nothing.
but an object to me.
something not felt, only seen
right now, i am in a corner, staring at us, getting closer to god as we lay here and fuck.
then it ends, i am sent back to hell
smoking the dope just to feel my lungs swell.
otherwise, i feel nothing at all
shallow emotion,
like a brook in the fall
I feel so mentally ill
i can feel it breaking what is left of my will
I want to laugh with a shriek and a scream, my arm is bleeding, i feel so free
i must go tie a noose, kidding, my god
that shit is for cowards, i will take a few of you before i am gone
Little bitch. shot up your school?
Just kidding brother, kill one for me to.
i want to feel the warm flick of blood on my face, kill a junkie, taste the hep c
so badly, i want to be normal and free, i am stuck in my own nightmare of a daydream
Please, pray for me.
Not to god, he let priests molest boys at the age of three.
so tell satan hello, when you send down my prayer,
tell him i know i am behind, i will deliver the souls after with care.