DEMONIC-RICOCHET

My heart is empty But not in the way you'd desire I feel no love Nor is my spirit on fire No, simply I'm in ecstasy Dreaming of a beautiful day When these orbs may cast upon A vision of decay Death comes naturally But don't take this as a bitter remark I await your demise When the world turns dark And honestly, I'm happy To grant you both my blessing Your neighbouring graves professing Everlasting love With bony fingers entwined Skeletons charred with peeling carrion True love indeed True love clarion

I found this poem when going through my old files. OMG my talent is long dead :'( Luminous florets herald ‘pon her grave And though my demons may emerge through the haze The hostile words carved ornate I forgave With the clumps of moss pensive braise Liquid shrapnels of heaven discarded with ire The bitter winters passed athwart Yet the seraphic eyes dare not bid me tranquil choir Oh, how I lament the unruly dearth   The torment, of transient mirth Of my evanescent consort And though the fleet of bullets endure in my spirit How ironic for a presence so caustic with spite To exhort my tender lull to my limits Withered shards

My hatred for humanity is so strong rn. You call it a social media site, then you're not allowed to socialise. Also, I've been informed that saying "You're not alone, I know how you feel" isn't actually a nice thing to say? But in fact "insensitive and mean"? In my world, it's called offering moral support, dickholes. Death to all you whiny fake-depressed little postmodern cuntbags. Seriously, either grow a pair, or die.