Bleak perception.
Awaiting Death.
Praying for the end.
That each breath
will be my last.
My world should be joy.
My life is fine...
But I fear that this darkness within me
knows no such dividing line.
I've known the bowels of hell,
Lived in the darkest pits of my mind...
I fear there is no escape from these chains that externally bind me to Them.
Always there.... Voices, Accusations, Isolation...
Desolation...Hopeless Desperation.
I want to DIE!
And I want to kill.
I want to know the thrill
of taking human life with barehands, or knife.
I fucking hate everything.
I despise this mediocre world of shit.
Oh God(s)!!! Hurry up and fucking burn it!
..However, my internment in the earth is also acceptable.
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