"The Poem That Defined A Murder"

decadence · Post by **decadence** » Mon Nov 08, 2004 2:39 am

That song says everything I ever wanted to say
It said it all as loudly as I ever wanted to say.
There’s nothing left for me to say anymore.
Or is there?

Negativity is the lifeblood of the hell-nation.
The hell nation is the penultimate expression of
the darkest side of man, the reptile brain,
exposed in both spirit, and cantankerous yelling in silent glances to a god that died in my hands.

Call it a restructuring of my neural pathways by sheer force of will, coupled with a complete distaste for the
ENTIRETY of humanity.
Grandiosity never tasted so fucking good you bastards!

In other words, fuck off and die.

I’m not talking about you directly,
I’m writing a poem by actions.
Life becomes the verse
I am the pen.

TRUE.

All of this ink runs when it rains on it.
Of course I make super good sense,
as making sense is the new heretic behavior of the now

We all dissolve into a puddle as god wanks it up his asshole.
I never use drugs, they use me,
But so does everyone
who I allow into the crack of my small dying heart.

In the end, I am left hating myself because it has no end.
It cannot end because every time I think it will,
some idiot with sheer dumb-ass luck rebuilds the flight plan.

I’m left here, rotting in self hate and being stalked by 2 people online who think I‘m too stupid to catch on.
I caught on the first time you acted polite,
You smug little bitch.
You piece of meat on a stick!

oh well back to reality 4-Point-FUCKING-0

decadence · Post by **decadence** » Mon Nov 08, 2004 2:46 am

This poem marks a serious expansion of my poetry writing routes. Although my words may seem all over the place, they are carefully seeded in the manner in which you see them. I am inspired in this quagmire of what could have been said, but hasn't yet been. Yes.

nortonew · Post by **nortonew** » Mon Nov 08, 2004 8:57 pm

You know, it really scares me sometimes when I find myself identifying with portions of your poetry...

decadence · Post by **decadence** » Tue Nov 09, 2004 8:58 am

why is that?

nortonew · Post by **nortonew** » Tue Nov 09, 2004 8:09 pm

Its just that the poems seem to be rather deeply immersed in darkness, anger, depression, or the like. The more I identify with the poems, the worse my mood usually is.

decadence · Post by **decadence** » Tue Nov 09, 2004 11:04 pm

Depression?
No.

Anger? Well not my own. I am a master of writing from other points of view, so to speak. I am actually a quite happy, well adjusted 25 year old male, heh.

Darkness, however, now there's my cup o' tea. I feed on it. it is my drug of choice, ergo my nickname on here, and everywhere else pretty much :D

nortonew · Post by **nortonew** » Wed Nov 10, 2004 8:00 pm

Oh good! I'm glad to hear that you are not as horribly miserable as your poetry makes you seem

decadence · Post by **decadence** » Wed Nov 10, 2004 10:40 pm

:D misery loves company