A Head Full Of Poo

I said I wouldn't do this no more,  
ramble on poems,  
but my head is so sore  
from the beatdown of thoughts unexplored  
 
Glued to a phone, stimulation feeding my bored  
and leaving me empty,  
I need some sheen on my sword,  
I could use a clean floor,  
but I build earth to be scorched  
 
Dragging keys down the sides of Porsches,  
pulling hooves off of horses,  
just to see the beasts walk  
more weak and demure  
 
Committing treason in wars  
 
It's been a season of gore,  
lend me limb, I'll spit fleas  
on all four,  
a heathen, a whore,  
I dream of you torn  
and cleave at your warm  
loving embrace, I plea  
that you warp,  
so I can worship  
your twisted up corpse,  
your setting soul would see no remorse  
I'd free demons on yours and you,  
Hell be where I'm leaning for sure,  
screams sounding so pure,  
pain is filled with allure  
 
Let's cut this off short,  
I said I wouldn't do this no more,  
I coulda sworn  
but here are some thoughts now explored,  
so let it rain down manure  
 
Wishful thinking,  
and god I'm the worst,  
every flow that flows out  
is enough to get cursed,  
I'm worthless, damn