strangling the ancient elements
murder most sweet:suffocation, gasping for breath
unable to satisfy
body's most basic need
the pain and desperation!
murder most sweet
and delicate:
gushing blood
and the echo
of a scream
so loud that it still
reverberates in my brain!
i can hear it now,
can't you?
i'm ready!
let's strangle the bastard
and burn his house to the ground!
let's cut his stomach open
and feast upon its contents!
let's paint our faces
with his blood!
i'm ready, let's go!
let's kill the bastard!
a quiet moment within myself,
solitude.
i wanted myself back
so i had to kill myself
so i could be reborn
(i think i want to be reborn
as an ancient element)
drink blood and be crazy
on the night of the full moon
sanity is fucked up
and too conformist
basically, all people are conformists
without definitions, there is no conformity
the only sanctuary is within the self
(the temple is dead)
i have come here tonight
to spread my blood
and propagate my message:
die, die, die, die, die
die, die, die, die, die
die!
and then live,
live.
live forever
and die every day.
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-09-24 at 21:37
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