Suffer My Curse (Curse Pt II)

The fate of your life is in my hands.
It has become my play-thing.
I could give you everything you’d ever want,
But I’d rather watch you suffer

So suffer my curse of unending anguish.
My blight is upon you. Writhe in solitude.

A vile curse placed upon you
Pain, misery, and torture.
All will abandon you.
You will die all alone.
You will lose all you love
When this ends you will know pain
There is no escape for the wicked,
Now suffer my curse

Suffer my curse.

Suffer my curse.

You deserve to lose everything.
The same way that you took it all from me.
The power has shifted back into my hands.
You will suffer my pain
Your intentions were impure, of this I can be sure
You dragged my dreams right down into the floor
But The power’s in my hands, And now you’ll meet your end
You will suffer my curse.

A vile curse placed upon you
Pain, misery, and torture.
All will abandon you.
You will die all alone.
You will lose all you love
When this ends you will know pain
There is no escape for the wicked,
Now suffer my curse.

The fate of your life is in my hands.
It has become my play-thing.
I could give you everything you’d ever want,
But instead, you’ll suffer my curse.

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The Molecular Level

Look at you. Anyone can see it all seeping out
Through every pore.
This is what it looks like, right down to the molecular level.
Yours is the face of pure evil.

You play fucking games.
You toy with emotions.
You treat a person’s heart
Like it’s your fucking toy
With blatant disregard
For anyone but you.
This is what it looks like.
The face of evil is yours

Look at you. Evil is all anyone can see seeping
Through every pore.
This is what it looks like, right down to the molecular level.
Yours is the face of pure evil.

We all watch and look on.
Witness every act of malevolence
You commit unspeakable deeds
Leaving nothing but sorrow in your wake.
Every fucking cell, residing within you.
Is only programmed for evil.
Every last cell, is a carrier of hate.
Reproducing constantly at a disconcerting rate.

You are a being comprised of hatred.
You are a man constructed to inflict.
You were born knowing only one thing.
Programmed to hate. Evil by birth.
All you do is inflict suffering
All you know is how to make everyone hurt
But so easily you fool them all
You fooled us all, and now it’s too late.

All you are is evil,
At a molecular level.

All you are is evil,
At a molecular level.

Evil flows through your veins.
Bleeding out into the world, causing only pain.
Sorrow is left in your wake.
Striding through the fucking world, breeding only hate.
Heartless is how you will be known.
Rending hopes and crushing dreams, Your will, it shall be sown
Foolish; the ones that think you’re pure.
You tricked me twice and took your leave to find another fool.

All you are is evil,
At a molecular level.

All you are is evil,
At a molecular level.

A Eulogy For The Departed

I wish I could have met you,
Before this life broke you.
I wish I could have known you,
Before the world destroyed you.
I wish I could have held you,
Before you lost emotion.
I wish I could have loved you,
Before your heart was broken.

What a wonderful person you must have been,
Before the weight of burden was placed upon you.
I lament that I couldn’t know you before the pain.
I lament that I couldn’t meet him before he departed
I fear that no one ever mourned this innocence lost,
So I offer the words that you likely never heard.
Rest in peace, for this world is grossly unjust
To murder the innocence that you used to have.

I wish I could have met you,
Before this life broke you.
I wish I could have known you,
Before the world destroyed you.
I wish I could have held you,
Before you lost emotion.
I wish I could have loved you,
Before your heart was broken.

I wonder exactly what it was
That put him to rest.
I ponder this night and day.
I lie awake, wishing I knew.
Though now, it’s impossible
To see your true nature,
I still wish that I could see him.
In all the joy that he held.

I wish I could have met you,
Before this life broke you.
I wish I could have known you,
Before the world destroyed you.
I wish I could have held you,
Before you lost emotion.
I wish I could have loved you,
Before your heart was broken.

Futures In Flames

This is my life.

The futures that I envision for myself

Are taken from me on a consistent basis.

They are completely obliterated before my very eyes.

But not before they are ruthlessly and violently ripped from my arms.

This has been my life for years.

Every time I envision a new future for myself,

It is taken from me.

Every. Fucking. Time.

And people wonder why I am the way I am.

People ACTUALLY wonder why I am so jaded.

Why I am so bitter.

And this is why!

How hard could it possibly be to see?!

Do you have any idea what this does to a person?!

To watch your ideal future burn the fuck down?!

Again and again and fucking again?!

Every fucking time?!

Constantly being barred from happiness?!

It is fucking maddening.

It breaks you.

It destroys you.

It fucking kills you slowly.

Every future I see is a fantasy

That will never come true.

Never.

Erase It All

Trust me when I say
I’d erase it all, to the very first day.
Every thing we’ve had, Every moment we’ve shared.
All of it, gone in an instant.

I’d trade it all away,
Just to know peace again.
I’d forget it all,
To feel alive again.

The first words you said,
The first time our eyes met,
The first time our hands touched,
The first time our lips met,

I’d forget everything we’ve had
And all we could have,
Just to feel whole again.
Because the loneliness I felt
Before we met,
Was far less painful than loving you.

I’d erase it all from my mind,
Just so I could know peace again.
Every utterance of the words
“I love you”.

I’d trade it all away.

I’d erase it all.
Just so I can feel again.
To feel something other than anger or grief.

I’d forget everything we’ve had
And all we could have,
Just to feel whole again.
Because the loneliness I felt
Before we met,
Was far less painful than loving you.

I’d trade it all away,
Just to know peace again.
I’d forget it all,
To feel alive again.
I’d trade it all away.
I’d forget all of it.

Broken

There’s no one left to fix me.

No one capable of it, at least.

I suppose it’s time that I accept

My inevitable place in the world.

There is no one who can fix me.

There is no one who can heal me.

The only ones who can, can’t be bothered.

So what is there left for me to do?

I suppose I’ll just remain broken.

I’ll remain with the rubbish.

Where I evidently belong.

I asked “Who will fix me now?”

The answer I keep getting is “No one”

Who would fix someone who can’t even fix himself?

So I’m at my whits end.

I’m at rock bottom.

I’ll just fall in line.

I’ll play the hand,

That I dealt my self.

This is a prison

Of my own foolish design.

I have no one to blame

Other than myself.

I stupidly put myself here.

I foolishly dismantled my self.

I set myself up to watch.

My own fucking demise.

So I guess I’ll just sit back

And watch the fucking show.

Repetition

Every day always starts the same.

I open my eyes and I speak your name.

I hope that this day will be the day

That I once again get to see your face.

I hope and I pray that this will be the day

That once more I can hear your voice.

Everyday, I lie in wait hoping for a knock at my door.

And when I open it, I pray that it’s our eyes that meet.

Every sound that I hear, I hope it’s one you made.

And when I investigate, I hope to find you waiting for me.

Every phone call, I hope that it’s your voice I hear.

Every message I receive, I hope it’s your words I read.

And every night always ends the same.

I close my eyes and speak your name.

And I hope that when they open again,

I’ll see you laying there right beside me.

As if you have leapt from my dreams.

Because most of all, more than anything,

I hope that I will see you again one day.