dark perceptions

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 excuse for my hate...
And for now it works, works for me, works for you. Works for me..?

Is it true?
acceptable, or just agreeable?
That I should not be content...
Content with this evil, this wickedness...
This life, this earth, this me, this self, this you...
How can I be at peace with it, life and death: existence..?

Is it everthing?
everyone, or just ALL?
Nothing left uncorrupt...
pureness and innocence, don't exist...
are unattainable qualities of human beings...
your being, your soul, your past lives, will prove this true...

Is it me?
myself, or just me personally?
That is crazy, tainted...
scizophrenic, lost, paranoid...
struggling to find light, in a void...
The ALL-consuming blackness I live in...

Or is it you?
the whole, or just everyone else?
That are gullible...
so easily misled, and deceived...
Believing everything is perfect, fine, and good...
If it's not me, which I believe, then it must be you...

BUT NO, IT IS PROABABLY JUST me...

MOST LIKELY IT IS me...

AND THE WAY I PERCEIVE things...

IT HAS TO BE me...