Explaining Me (Part 1)

Increasing my pain threshold,

experiments keep my soul on hold,

I read like a story never told...

Like a red hot razor blade,

I burn and slice all you have made,

never ever love this demonic weather,

what would you possibly protect, sir?

I wanted to know just so I could tell you what I would do,

I would rip asunder all that could be dear to you!

You stay up late reading stuff meant to nurture,

I stay up late studying the philosophy of torture.

It's no surprise you fools think I'm insane,

you don't see the things wrong with this society bane!

I'm not a cannibal, I just don't see any moral issues with eating
you,

And I don't think about anything unless it's uneasy to you.

I've been called a sadist more than once,

but a better word is masochist, yep, your my lunch...

I wouldn't walk so close to me,

that could deposit within you the ideas of blasphemy!

As a misguided child opens portals to hell,

I run behind them ready with their soul to sell!

I'm in no way at peace with myself, to Nihilism I adhere.

I understand it's not yet my time to unleash the fear...

GOD IS DEAD!

These words echo in your empty head!

When you understand the knowledge needed for that statement,

then you may not misunderstand the enochian needed to read me.

Perhaps I should drag you to my dark, damp basement?

Nah, your very brain would shrivel like a cell exposed to water
in the sea!

Nobody you know would see things my way,

unless  broken kaleidoscope vision fractional and distilled through hell is the norm today...