A Little Bitter

I hope this bastard world eats itself and chokes on the crumbs
I hope love hangs itself from the cracks in the sky
I hope my part-time friends collide into a pile of bones
I hope politicians are eaten alive by the streets
I hope the orange people fall apart in the snow
I hope I fall asleep under the sheets of forever

Dead World

The world doesn't deserve to be saved
It should die slow and painfully
Like the idea of friendship in modern times
Whittled down to money and social status
We tossed our hearts to the bonfire
To keep ourselves warm at room temperature
Replaced them with news tickers and phones
We wonder why we've been so lonely
When love is lying unconscious next to us
All we do is take the money from her pocket
And stick our dick in her before she wakes up

Misotheism

If you're religious, you shouldn't read this. I won't be held responsible for the anger this may cause

I fit into this world like Mercury rain drops
A petty thief in Guantanomo's bowels
Inhaling stress then exhaling awkwardness
Filter tossed to the ground, never decaying
Fear stays when everything else dies
I hold it next to my heart like a bible
When praying to a god I don't even like
Sadistic player of emotions and health
I'll make sure to flip Him off before I go to Hell
Where the flames will weld my wounds shut

Chainsmoking Alcoholic Sociopath

I feel like a cartoon boy

Lungs filled with rat poison

Enough to drown cognizance

Middle finger sprouted proudly

Aimed directly at the Earth’s orbit

I hope the peasants see it well

As they contort in conflagration

That erupts from my tear ducts

Every time the sun dares to shine

I imagine my face on every one

And what we look like inside

Splattered across the walls

All The Romantics Have Been Slaughtered And Reincarnated As Misanthropes

When you crave to be degraded

Because at least they're not ignoring you

It's best to become a chameleon

Disappear from the ugly world

Build bombs out of your own disgust for them

Blow them up before they kill you first

The rising suicide rate is evidence enough

Friends becoming murderers for no reason

(or superficial ones)

If they cannot learn to love than we must learn to detest

Detest everyone and everything

Do unto others because they sure as hell want to do unto you

Planning every ignored word for their own benefit

And they say I'm too angry

I don't think you're angry enough!

Incoherant Ramblings From The Corner

Fresh air has been giving me the bends

Home-sick for the deep end of polluted seas

Where I would put cigarettes out on my tongue

Then lick the prom queen in places she felt uncomfortable

God knows I'm too poor for the courtship

We all end up in the whale's stomach anyway

And you can't pay your way out of that

I personally always used a hatchet or two

A little dull from the blood of part-time friends

But it always did the job and left me with plenty of food

Gnawing on guts in candlelight with another serial killer

They always think this will be the night I fall to them

When I cut myself up worse than they ever could

Chunks of me buried in isolated specks of time

With a small tombstone quoting a sentimental song on each one

Any search hound will run terrified of the smell

It resembles rigor mortis under gallons of rain

Or a horde of zombies frolicking in a garden

Where everything goes to die except for emotion

That fucker will live despite holocaust, meteorites, and bombs

Lingering like the ghost of a cheated and diseased lover

Love/Hate/Love/Hate/Hate/Hate Relationship

Ignorance is bliss to all but the esteemed dunce
And I see the way you smile in the headlights
Put up those lips to protect a love you don't even have
Let that kiss smack louder than your empty ecstasy
We see you're much more beautiful in pieces

A Pail Of Grudges

God must have put your heart in upside-down
Either that or He just simply forgot it
You've changed the definition of “love”
No longer does it mean caring or trust
It speaks of desperation and frustration
Men lost in the field trying to read garbled signals
No worries, most will step on land mines anyway
While the others are held hostage in locked rooms
Promises of your body behind the barricaded door
Shut someone away and they'll grow ugly as you
Yet quite persistent, clawing and banging at the exit
And when they're free you'll be something less than sorry
Since what's left of you will be given to the vultures
Those flying bastards all seem to look like you

The Brittle Dandelion's Last Vision Before Getting Trampled Underfoot

Fuck you all! I'm taking my cannonball and going to the deep end. You'll never stop me. The crows encircle a new moon and pieces of me are in each of their stomachs. Reality cracks to reveal two entities laughed out of Heaven, scarred and burned with stunted thoughts. Lord have mercy on the corner man playing marbles with his own bone marrow and the child who embraces nihilism. The bottle is pointless. The heart is pointless. The cross is pointless. Mr. Denton has broken his glasses on the front line of a personal apocalypse. I can't read the words on these walls with my cerebellum hogging the spotlight. Persistence is futile.

Who The Fuck Are You?

Five seconds into my life and you claim to know all the answers. But you seem as smart as a twig and have the personality to boot. Monotony thrives in your every movement and ignorance chimes in your voice. Getting head from a cheese grater would be better advice than the rancid, manufactured bullshit you feed me. My eyes see differently the yours. My hands feel things you'll never touch. They're walls keeping your worthless grief and militant thoughts out of my life.