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Why I'm The Real Angel
- I've been normal once, then quick My mind became strange
- Obscure and insecure.. Looking back upon each word that i uttered
- repeating my whole life to my face in the mirror,
- Phrase after phrase, I recall all those decadent days.
- Stars overhead
- I remember the heavens displayed, but in a sudden moment
- You'd be surprised how quickly life can just change, from
- a simple little question, and an imagination, with the will to create
- I write so damn much, because the words ooze from my brain.
- if i can't get it out.. I feel the sudden ache of my thoughts which suffocate.
- So i find money to waste every morning i wake. To inebriate
- My troubled thoughts engrained from my memory..
- It goes back to days i shouldn't remember, In the crib as a baby.
- hearing my Dad breathing heavy.. Watching Toys by themselves
- scoot past the dark hallway and I even can remember
- asking myself in my head.. If this was real, Or was I so young i could
- force myself mind to start to hallucinate in any way that would
- keep me entertained.
- So i write the book that is constantly erased. Countless names written
- down, but i never feel a single unfinished story goes to waste. I began
- writing and describing the pictures i see. My vocabulary seems
- repetitive, But i have such a broad spectrum, from reading the dictionary
- or practicing words when i was at the creek to roam and play.
- Words.. Oh these words such a curse.. To dispurse every thought that i have
- in such a figurative way... Poetics portray A mind that has written
- with literature before I could even reach the stove
- and all alone to cook eggs.
- It's a crippling process, These stories overwhelming.
- I obsess of my death til my voice and my brain begin Melting
- dispelling and fighting, but only narotics will help me.
- because my mind goes beyond boundries of my lips every telling
- that the myths that you think are just something on T.V.
- perhaps Psychics and monsters and Devils and Vampires
- were actually a very real thing, described on the tube
- in a metaphorical meaning that is decieving the under age
- and brainwashed mind yet in some sense i find all these
- cryptic puzzles releiving, Something about my lifes
- little secret mystery
- Has kept me from ending this virtual setting.
- No one can help me.. Because i'm not human like you. I'm the Angel of
- Death, The Cursed one the real thing. Damned to live forever..
- and I've tasted blood of others out of a strange and weird desire
- that got me higher then any drug i've ever done in this life..
- Don't go over a pint.. or the crimson will enslave you to become
- a beast beyond anyones controlling abnormally
- blood spilling and remains in my memories of the tingling feeling
- or how I woke up and dropped onto my bed, and I still wonder if I had
- dreamt it or had i really woke up, floating with my nose gently touching
- the texture of my childhood homes cieling. To not know i suppose
- is the beautiful part of the little secret of my life.. The mystery
- thats out of arms reach beyond me.. But i Am the Angel of Death
- I am the Real thing, To weep in my sleep until the ending for God to come
- take me. My suffering knows not an end, Because there is in fact
- something they all know, that i feel the world has concealed from me
- since i put the barrel in my mouth, and pulled the trigger, and didn't feel
- a damn thing, Woke up and i was crying.. Alone in a room.. I was just
- three but who in the hell was me?
- I've been running my whole life.. and don't know even the reason
- I'm always running. It's not concious, its automatic..
- When i get the urge to go see strange things that happen.. When nobodies
- looking. Some things that've I've seen, have shook me, and some almost
- destroyed me, but are so intriquitely designed
- That no matter how i explain it.. I am unable to prove to the world
- absolutey anything, But i know my eyes have never lied to me
- I'm the Hopeless that keeps hoping.. but this mortal body is the only
- thing that hates me.. Because everything i touch, begins to rot from the smoke
- But i cannot survive in this world with out something to numb me
- because the secret is hidden and the smitten, Vampire necks that i've bitten
- Once life was lovely.. but graphic deaths I have seen.. and people
- have probably died because I was a great mind that said things, i never
- meant saying. When i lie.. its the truth told in the guide of a rouge..
- To communicate in a decoy language so that way the ones that follow
- and hunt me.. will never collect me and never corrupt me.
- For We are all nothing, but together we become something. Darkness
- and light cannot exist with out the other,
- and we are seperated and divided by greed lust and materal things.
- Never thought that we'd all end up being crucified over empty black
- holes that just can't consume enough money, stained with blood from
- the murderous cutting and shootings and stabbings, that these
- people have died, because i have a violent mind.
- And i'm addictive like fucking hardcore Drugs. So don't fuck with me
- Just run away as far as you can from me. Don't love me and don't touch me,.
- I am the angel of death. I am the real thing that hears voices
- of devils and angels, But god is the only one
- Who doesn't say a word to me, Instead he shows me my path
- and i follow my faith more blindly than christians who have hunted me down
- and continuously killed me because they are the ones who created the lie
- and made good people bleed, to seek out the fountain of youth
- and drink the blood that pours from me. They want to rape me and fuck me
- Sending out the armies of darkness, and Father time is the kingpin
- of this whole crazy dream, where we suffer and needlessly bleed
- in the name of stones, and pearls and greed. Thinking that a human life
- was less valuable than something shiny we see, But the seroquil seed
- is the voices i hear when i tripped
- on the diphenhydramine benadryl overdose, back to the bed
- But to bad when i opened my eyes
- there was no one even there. Not a soul in sight.. So who was talking to me
- and how does a psychopath bleed, if he violently swings
- and his disguise is removed when he donates blood
- unaware he's the son of the universes King. The Stories too long to tell you
- I can't prove to you a single god damned thing.. My name is Cain, i let the
- earth taste the veins.. Of my brother Abel i slayed..
- Now no one can Kill me.. and this is the first life that i've lived that i aged
- beyond being a teen.
- What does life mean.. We live to die.. Because you have to die to be free
- Angels exist, But the christians are evil. God Protects me..
- The one who gave life to me..
- Not the God i created. But the Creator of me.. I am Divinities speech..
- The Prophet to stand against every fucking lie you believe.
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