Motive Operation

striking this fist
across your face
i waste all my time
attempting to rhyme in this hyperbole
what it means to me
pure aggression
unconditional hatred
the feeling of actually taking my fist and bludgeoning your face
such a taste of iron
blood
beat me senseless
i love the numb feeling it gives
time to make this permanent
bash and crash
yank me up
shoot me down
bust a lung
have me bound
masochistic arson bloods just blood to me
paint this picture in your head as if you can see
the pinks of muscle tearing from the bone
the reds of my soul falling out of holes
the patches of color along the floor
the white stark broken sparse flakes
make dust of me. I wanna die before i wake.
because this pain is like no other
i show my true colors
keep this smile upon my face
youve taken my last breath but in my place
the soul of the decrepit and sinister shall make haste
to devour your thoughts even your entirety in this closet space.
what was i
why was i born
why was i here
now its legit
i know
its clear
i was created to feed your fears.
Happy new years from the eternally hanged incarnation
of judas the man of my salvation
my damnation
his personification
is my motive operation