Memoirs Of A Dark Mind

I’m so cold

Or “your boy”

I am a feral nightmare and the undoing to your false sense of security

This place

Holds nothing sacred

Beyond calls me

It hurts

He is a demon who births my suffering

Why I don’t know, I chose him myself;

Manipulation is his sword he wields peppered with vile words of malice.

Aiding in welcoming my death;

Making me see it’s sweet reprieve

That it truly is a place of utter escape to the beyond,

Often I do not not care what “beyond”me beholds I just hope he is not there.

The lack of intelligence causes me to reach out to those who possess it but it quenches nothing but my utter need for death.

My realization that nothing will sustain my obsessive compulsion; nearly insatiable, for pain, suffering and mental anguish. It must be an obsession, it must. Why else would I seek for it?

Deepness the darkness voids I swim the nothingness feels like home.

Now is time

Bring me home

No one understands that art costs money to make

You know what happens when an artist doesn’t get support?

They die insane and poor and missing an ear

I everyone’s all like “oh no we love you don’t do it”

But really you’re just scared of cleaning the mess after and honestly, fuck you.

…clean up the mess you created and destroyed.. it’s what you deserve.

Either way you’ve been warned

Jesus is a vampire.

Here’s why:

- needs to be invited in for him to be close to your heart

- prepares his followers for eternal darkness

- has incredible healing abilities

- tells his followers to drink his blood

- offers immortality

It’s a memory you don’t even remember..

I also put the sad in sadistic..

..and the laughter in slaughter..

...and the cry in cryptic..