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undead-infidel-kastro · 8 months
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I can see now. It's all so clear to me. Deep down, I've been lost in mysteries
Of sadness, Of frustration, Of madness, Of condemnation.
Recently, it came to me, Like crashing through a brick wall. The indecency that's dear to me Brought me way too close to the fall.
Lord, I have failed You. Have mercy on my soul. Lord, I have failed You. Please, lead me home.
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Lie, cheat, steal. I say that it’s my code, but is it really how I feel? Do I want to die? Or am I simply drowning in all the tears that I can’t cry? Was hiding smart? Or do I run away because I’ve been a coward from the start? Do I really not know? What good is strength if it’s all for show?
I’m a failure. I let everyone down. I always hurt the ones that I care the most about. I’m a failure. I let everyone down. I’m just another scumbag that the world could do without.
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Typical Dynamics
I hate you, you hate me; We're a dysfunctional family. With an argument here And a backhand there, Is it any wonder why they stare?
I hate you, you hate me; We're enemies as we should be. With a big right hander And some gouging of the eyes, What would the other do if one of us died? 
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Overstimulated
Everything’s so bright and loud;
I can’t figure out what it’s about,
But what would this world be without
Some suffering to even things out?
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Immortal?
I suppose I was alone all along and it's too late to get out;
The maths since you've been gone just doesn't check out.
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My New Friend
Friendship ended with bitterness;
Now, nothingness is my best friend.
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Evolution is a Mystery
The world is changing;
Now, everything's a shade of grey.
I have the balls to say things
That nobody else has the balls to say,
Because God doesn't believe in me
And I don't have the patience
To fake bitter sympathy
Like I ain't saintless.
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Expletive
I don't believe in censorship
Or bearing the weight of others' mistakes.
They know I'll never beg for it,
So maybe violence is the only way.
Are there voices in my head?
Am I a figment of my own imagination?
Maybe I'm better off dead,
But where's the fun in finding salvation?
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The Worst
In my life, there's always someone meddling. Half the time, I'm busy back-pedalling. It feels like I've overdosed on sedatives, That's why I'm injecting adrenaline; Trying to bring some life back to these bones, Attempting to rebuild my home. I'd prefer it if you left me alone, It's what I deserve and it's the only thing I've known,
There's frustration in my mind all the time, I can't escape it. I try to hide away, but I'm the one who creates it. As the days pass by, I don't think I can take it. Why would they lie and tell me I could make it When it isn't improbable and there's no blueprint? It's impossible and my life proves it. Why is it my fault when I didn't choose it? Give me an inch, I'll take a mile and abuse it,
My vision's been dying since two-thousand-and-eight. The future is dark as we flow down the drain. They say that money makes the world rotate, So what happens when you can't afford to pay?
So, unless you're here to breathe life into me Or become my lifelong enemy, I think you should walk away. Unless you're here to breathe life into me Or become my lifelong enemy, Today is not your day, just turn and walk away Before you bring the worst out of me.
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Disdain for Another Day
They claim patience is a virtue;
I'd say it's a way for them to hurt you.
Needless to say, we deserve the truth:
That 9-to-5 just reserves a noose.
Doctor, doctor, give me drugs.
"You'll be okay if you keep it up with the cuts"
What am I saving myself for?
I hate myself, but I hate everyone else more.
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Why is This Place Dead?
Are we having any fun yet?
Maybe a change in the subject
Will make things less boring.
You know the old man is snoring,
So why are we so far back?
This could be pretty like a car crash.
Usually, the drinks make it hurt less.
I might be worthless, but everyone else is worth less.
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Make the Most of It
I know you know they just want to waste your time.
What's the point in helping them erase your life?
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A Modern Lifestyle
Part-time addict, part-time binner;
Another broken dream for dinner.
The worst way to scorn a sinner
Is to say they were born a winner. 
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Professionals Have Standards
Failure: The Great Incriminator.
Losers and abusers try to imitate you.
Domination's desire is a discriminator,
But it’s not wrong to want what’s best against those who hate you.
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Soul Searching
Do I really have a choice when
What I do doesn't matter all the time?
I've been looking for a poison
That can incapacitate my mind.
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Modern Persona
Even though I've been dethroned
And my home was destroyed way back;
I might be unable to cope with the stones that are thrown and break my bones,
But I still face facts.
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Corruptor
It's been my pleasure to take;
It's just the way that I am.
Savouring the trust that I break
Just by stating facts.
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