Apparition

Satisfied sickness
striking this padle
over your hands and knees.
Reflect your smile
not your sadness
You cant grasp the sick
But you can toy with their membrane
Such an ill ridden place
Is known as the mind
I am a poet
Not the owner
across your face
i waste all my time
attempting to rhyme in this hyperbole
your ill ridden sick twisted mind
clutches me why?
Tell me where I went wrong
Your entering my world
Who is singing me a song
OH my name
pure aggression
unconditional hatred
Your obsession is a recession
Find yourself since i didnt have to find you.
Its called waking up
You havent. Hope your dreams are safe.
I havent made any happiness from the mistake.
You are a mistake
the feeling of actually taking my fist and bludgeoning your face
such a taste of iron
blood, sick spittle, disgust
Such an imprint known as dumb luck
Didnt expect the flowing vocabulary
My acknowledgement
My decision
Not some reckless bull testicles
revision
I made the liquid without the new sense
Something that was happy
Sick
I dont know without the kill
In for the kill
without the repentence
something better than the cosmic
cartoon, who is reading
jerk alone
beat me senseless
i love the numb feeling it gives
time to make this permanent
bash and crash
yank me up in silence
shoot me down how can i feel
bust a lung drown yourself
have me bound not locked
masochistic arson bloods just bleed 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
He is king. Without the Ring.
I dont need his name.
Because i found my ring.
Something happy no cynical.
Demented yes you are for reading in spare time.
Who goes there?
~Its the wind~