Restraint

I cling to my sanity, to not fall into madness.

Fuck you! this vanity so tempting.

This life so god forsakingly cruel.

To what rule do I have to listen to resistance.

What is the importance?

Inflicting nightmares?

Murderous thoughts?

Self harm?

Suicide?

What is there to live for?

For more than once being in an eternity of pain?

Afflicting emotions.

constricting saddness.

If there was anything to live for.

Then where has that reason gone too?

Where is that one out of million?

Was there ever a place called salvation?

And if so why hasnt it come to relieve me?

Of the coruption i have suffered.

Will these restraints release soon?

To let the true monster out amoung the normal.

To let the innocent suffer as i do.

To mark them with fear.

Lets see you tear up.

I want to end the never ending silence.

Can they feel the way i do?

Violence, let it continue.

Then again i must be sane.

But this feeling runs through my vains.

What a sadistic fuck i am.