The tearful coming

The tearful coming of the un-dead resolution to lay to rest the pain that dwells in every man, woman, and child’s mind. Tearing and stripping the thin walls… these that confine my mind. The walls of my flesh. The walls or reason… now I take that. For their is no reason. You seek a logic in me… for their is none. Only what I say and feel. Dig your nails deeper in my flesh if you wish… for I do not feel the pain. You can kill me but these thoughts shall never die… they shall forever remain with my soul and I shall remember every hurt and everyone that has hurt me… seek your refuge but their is none. This is hate. Born from pain. Tore from the joy that gave birth to the love that blessed the damned. Seek what you will… but you will not like what you find. You venture though my thoughts… the picture we paint… your mind’s view born from my words and emotions. You have no control here… you can only read or run. You fear me… what I am thinking… what I shall write next. You debate to continue or to run… just run you always do. The scared child to afraid to face the truth. To face what you do not understand. Be you a coward? …or shall you stay… now I have you… foolish. In such few words I appealed to your pride. But you read in fear for you afraid to lose it… to run. To be known as a coward but I will not tell… but you will always know. Again? Yes it is said. And sad. What sense to I make… little to you less to me. More to the one that read this before you and all shall come to one after you. Betrayal I can hold you accountable for all that has happened to even though I have to rational backing… but do I seem sane to you? Should I? Honestly why would I? I fear what few thing and I care for even less. The pretty soft feather or the angel… dumb of you not to notice the blood stains… wait you can not see… can you. But you know I am dark and I would have something to say about it… but you forgot. Well fear not they always do. You know give spite upon my name and fear to my existence and scorn to my birth. Do as you wish for I do them to. But before you promote the scorn upon me see how I am different then you. You think it… but I say it. To afraid of your own thoughts… of you heart what you want. What you could have. Afraid what will happen tomorrow if you do. And you think me the insane one. Well I thank you for such a beautiful compliment if sanity means I am part of society’s puppets… thinking in the hive mind then call me insane. I know the world is fucked… I don’t just say it I see it… an I watch it. And you and everyone that would live in it unaware. Now I have but one thing to say leave you bore me.