| » Poem: Druken insanity |
Druken insanity
written by Genocide Reaper04:41 AM 2/23/05| Eclectic and energetic. Out of options going insane. Want a piece of me? How about a piece of my fist crushing your face. I think its about time I put you in place. Here's my soul. Want to take it? Too bad, I'll never let anyone but my GOD fucking have it! Its sad, you can't read between the lines. I hear what you're thinking, yes Iv known all along. "He's good, he's evil. He hates Christian's, but he has a God?" Its a contradiction. (to you, not me.) Doesn't mean I'm like you, constantly in hesitation. To me it makes perfect sense, to you it might not mean piss. But do I care? Fuck no. Less, I couldn't care. That's why I'm still wondering why the fuck all you idiots are compelled to stare. You can't judge sanity, because there is no real set limit on sane. You can't say its bad to like pain, because anyone who doesn't to those who do is weird. Funny how things work out. How about this for a mathematic problem. Life's opinions. Those living by the way of average are really out numbered the real freaks that live in suburbia and just refuse to admit to the psychotic thoughts in mind. I live in the south, and I'm always waiting for some one to open their mouth. I know what its like to be a town mockery. I know what its like to not be known at all. Iv been there, Iv taken the fall, Iv been the King, and Iv also been wrong. Probably just like you. Isn't it fucked up? How I'm drunk and bouncing from subject to subject. I bet its driving you grammer whizzes crazy. Who gives a fuck. I won't use spell check this time. I'm lazy. |
All (c)Copyrights reserved by the Original Author.
[ View Genocide Reaper's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ]
This Poem has been viewed 398 times
|
|
| » Comments / Feedback | by Foiazzy (2-23-2005 - 05:34 PM)
|
|
|
|
