With a hate trying to rip through my vains,
lust bringing me an unnatural feeling of change.
Come to me, brake my image, make me dissapear,
I feel so emotional it's something - phobic, some kind of fear.
I shall stand to my word and once again scream make me dissapear,
SO MOTE ME BE.
I feel excited over something not reallising in my life,
but in the same thought of excitement, there is an inner beast cutting out my heart with his knife.
Ripping the inner workings from place, from preportion and throughing it back into my own face,
sitting, pondering, confused with my minds powerfull illusions making reality seem like a haented dream.
I just want to ask one thing, one question I want to be awnserd, is this all only a dream,
will I wake up one morning and realise every bit of struggle is just a sick twisted kid with a hammer hitting everything to make himself feel better.
Now the awnser i'm looking for is yes, there must be a religious figure to believe in,
But The Ques