by Matthew Bellomy

Created on: February 13, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

A black shroud of hate consumes me
From past life
To current breath
Most of the smiles are false

A pen
And a fantasy
Of death from the expense of others
Are the only thing keeping me
From becoming even more mad
Than before

The mother of all creation
Greets me
And asks me for any request
All I can respond with
Is to be loved

The hate still tries to drain my living being,
Alas for the hideous being known as rage
I am whole again
Without any limits
Call me foolish if thou wilt,
For I shall laugh
At your frail attempt
To bring me to your stupidity
And redundancy

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