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Psychotic

Contributed by DeviousDiva on Saturday, 2nd September 2006 @ 11:34:27 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

Psychotic
A cold wind brushes my cheek
I am covered by the darkness the night brings
Unable to complete my devious acts in the light of day
The night has become my playground for my devilish play

Afraid for my secrets to be found out
All my wrong doings, my sexual deviance,
no one knows, no one can know
They fail to realize behind this cool exterior
Lies a freak of some sort.

Behind this sweet calm exterior
Lies a hateful, rageful chick.
No one knows my thoughts
No one knows how many times I fantasize
about murder. Murder. Death. Kill.

The smile that glides across my face,
Isn't for their viewing pleasure it is just to hide
My plans, my plans of destruction.
My destruction, their destruction, your destruction.

Love is foreign , Love does not exist in my world.
Love equals pain.
And pain has become my master.
I no longer have control.
My master controls me

My master is the reason why I hide.
My master hinders me from pursuing relationships of any kind
All I am to do is infect others with my pain
Misery does enjoy company.
If I must suffer others shall as well.

My dysfunctions hinder me from being normal.
Although, normality is also a dysfunction.
Dysfunction is worldwide.
Demons lurk everywhere even in the light of day
Casting no shadows yet they lurk in the shadows
My demons play nasty tricks on you, and myself
They lie, cheat, steal, kill.

Although I have not physically killed someone
With my words I crucify you, with my thoughts
You are already dead.
You are left to roam the earth
A shapeless wraith. That is whatever is left when I have
Destroyed you leaving nothing but the shell
No remorse no shame

I have killed the most important thing .
Your spirit. Not allowed to enter those pearly gates
Not allowed to enter Hells fire.
The darkness is my Shepard and where it guides me

Is only to keep me safe from receiving pain.
I can only distribute the pain.
It was easy for others to give me their pain
Or put me in pain so it is only fair to give pain.
My pain will rule me as I rule it.
It is my demon it is mine to bare
So if you see me stay clear
My only plan is to hurt you and only you.

Copyright © DeviousDiva ... [ 2006-09-02 23:34:27]
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