• I see fire, I feel the flames,
    I smell the horrid stench of the
    evil inside corrupting me.
    Haha, the pain…it feels good…
    I feel great—as if
    my bones would collapse at
    any possible moment, as if my lungs
    would give out from exhaustion!
    As if my heart would finally give into my wishes
    and stop that incessant beating!!
    My scars, the cuts, all
    of it begins to bleed.
    my blood runs, black, cold, to
    the intense heat of my fury.
    The fury of hell reigning inside me!
    To finally exact revenge on all
    my wrongs, all my
    transgressions…
    Why do I hurt everything?!
    Why do I feel?! Why am I
    the way I am?!
    What is the purpose of experiencing
    this internal, external pain.
    I’ve slit my wrists, cut open my
    heart, only to live and
    feel unimaginable agony!
    I’ve engulfed myself in my own
    pain, my own problems…
    I cause most of what I feel,
    of what I loathe…
    I’ve never ever had any logical
    excuse for why I am going crazy—
    of why I feel like ripping the
    very soul of mine from
    my body, pleading it ends
    the pains of mistakes.
    The thought of Death avoiding
    me pisses me off to the point
    I damn him, damn myself,
    Damn it all straight to hell!
    Damn everyone of you straight to
    the bowels of your pain, your
    self-indulged flames of
    corruption!!!
    Ha, if only I’d be there to
    watch the bodies fall, one by one,
    watch you all suffer—utter annihilation,
    obliteration of our pathetic lives..
    I can’t wait to see you all in
    Hell…