Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Battery In Your Back


I feast upon Your ignorance the one who tells You lies,
Your hate, Your fear, Your every tear,
And all which you despise.
I’ll tell you loneliness is admirable
that your angers justified,
I am the swell that tightens in your chest
And your stone cold looking eye.

Once again You play my game
And I’ve left You with the shame,
My persistence is your misery
As I remain your only company.

You live by me, and do my work
I treat you like a slave,
I’m the dark cloud that looms above your head
I’m why You’re Convinced You can’t be saved.
I abandon you within yourself
A souls dark hollow cave
I’ll break you down to a hopeless doubt
buried Alive in a Shallow Grave.

I tell you “You’re the only one”
I tell you “You don’t care”
All I’ve supplied is this void inside
And a pain you can’t compare.
Your life and sin, my every whim
And when you need me I’m never there.

You’ve tried to close this door before
You’ve shrieked and plead for penance
So I hid low till I was sure,
I could attack with more Fury, Rage, & Vengeance.
I’m surprised You haven’t caught me yet
And exposed Me for all my lies
I stir in every thought you entertain
And every line you write.

I am Your resentments, Your greed, Your selfish fucking deeds
Fueled by Your arrogance.
I live to serve you consequence.

I inspire every function
To distort and dilute the truth
I plan to make a mockery of your life
My Plan… is to kill you.
Slowly, Painfully and more by each day
To twist and contort you,
To drive you insane.

When you long for love
I only bring you lust,
I deceive everything you perceive
Yet, I’m the only one You trust.
I dress you in a mask of confidence
As I tear you apart inside
Alone, desperate, addicted to drugs
And contemplating suicide.
I’m Your most vicious cycle
Your every success I’ll impede
You run to me because you hate yourself
And hate yourself because you ran to me.

I’m the only one you can trust
There’s nothing you can’t tell me
I’ve planted every seed in this decomposing field
I’m your nightmarish underbelly.
When you charge at me with ferocity
Of smoke and mirrors I’ll deploy
Creating confusion, distortions, illusions
A collage of lies which I’ll employ.
Do your best to escape my grip
I will laugh at all your strides
The simple fact is I am you
And will live until you die.

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