leaving off from Entry:) 5
Entry:) 6 What has happened?
Reach into thy very being drawn and quartered emotionally outside eyes not seeing.
Pull thine organs strewn out on brains table, Such an act only committed through song and fable.
Hate not the reason thou hath done it.
It hath shown thy true purpose for corrupting ones self, Abortion of the mind, body and soul.
Do unto others, forget what others have done.
Crushing perseverence laid to rest.
Entry:) 7 Inadequate
Feeling inadequate now, Lower than kingdom animalia phylum can go. Menial suffering, social deprivation, Mind numbing cowardice. Belligerent facade with just a touch of narcissism, Self medicated automaton clinking, clanking forth without any oil. Deep breath pulled from hallow lungs, Deafening voices heard from trap psychosis. Bleeding emotion dry, Cuts deeper than blades can go, Sickening monstrous excuses drowning out full fledged reason. Creeping backwards losing sight, Malignant poison stricken hands twisted into abstract positions. Rigor mortis of the conscientiousness, Been dead for far too long. Text book mental yet sane enough to know. Rejected, misused felt proud but undeservingly, Pedestal of contrived lies freak, Addict, Intellectual, Angry, Sad, Disgusting, Heroic, nervous stupid forthright shallow.
Entry:) 8 REPRISAL
Tears stream down my unimpressed facade, Knowing what i have done to myself was my fault and should not go unpunished. Death will not come to alas, i have not the gall to carry out such an atrocious deed. Hence i shall be sad for the remainder of my days my body will allow me to posses.
Entry:) 9 We Know Not...
The light flickers off, The cold stone walls become reality. Reflections of nightmares cast upon the ceiling, Missed the funeral short video prayer, so much yet so little to say. Regrets? Many to be found. Man was not given the ability to theorize after his fall. Memories cease, blood flow halts and face goes pale never to express again. We know not the fate of our existence after we parish, perhaps it is why in our lives such unnecessary things we cherish, Newer yielding in our quest for knowledge, Turmoil and desire.
Entry:) 10 Waste
Lying face down in a pool of mental secretion, system shut down restart failed completion.
Entry:) 11 Tis A Dream Or A Nightmare?
Tis a dreadful nightmare man's never ending plight. Dost thou know of such a Quandary? Created in melding tanks and electrical foundry. Man not yet knows he is destined to destroy himself for we are too pigheaded boorish at best.
Entry:) 12 To No Avail
Ive cried and cried but to no avail, Creeping forth without any guidance no higher power i hail, My hands they ache from violent acts, suicide attempts relationships that never last. Smoldering life essence poured into a diabolical minuscule cast. Clawing my way from a self bored hole slow deterioration breaking down what's left of my soul. Eating me alive this slow writhing disease, callous ruptured malleable brains. I laugh at the concept of self love and confidence for my actions have not yet permitted me penance. Neurological trauma and serotonin let down are my existence.
Entry:) 13 Wait What?
This emotions flows like an immaculate river, Opening the flood gates of human feeling crashing into waves contracting and reeling. Benevolence oozes from loving pores.
Entry:) 14 What Is It?
What is it that drives a human to be disgustingly self loathing perpetual sadness?
Entry:) 15 Ocean Of Lost
I harbor these sickening thoughts like a port long forgotten amongst raging seas. Paralyzing waves crash upon the shores of death ridden malice wrung from degradation, Bleed forth diseased malevolence. Ship of lack lustered existence disappears in the distant shadows.
Entry:) 16 ORGANIC
Quivering mass of malleable shutdown brain tissue, Blackened coal lungs brittle skeletal structure far from the original issue. Crawling up quarantined intestinal tract melting phosphoric acid extracted from ruptured pancreas THE ANATOMY OF A DECAYING CORPSE I STAND BEFORE MYSELF BURIED.
thus concludes my half life's poetry excerpts i hope you enjoyed them as much as I, although many of them are downright depressing they have served me a great purpose in troubled times.
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