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[Just a little something to show how heavily I seem to keep biting my tongue, for some reason... and funny enough, this is only the last portion of the real writing.]



Too many times ignored,

The demonic side to violence is bored-

A sadomasochistic madness

Is awakened by the driving sadness,

And is digging into the dead rind,

Unveiling a monster of necrotic kind!



As a shadow now begins to rise

Behind the hollowed man's eyes,

A nightmare starts to brew

Like a pneumonic plague overdue,

For the life that desires its doom-

But the torment will begin too soon!



Only by legality, the pseudonym known-

The true creature behind it not shown.

The monster known to man galore

As the creature of myth, legend and lore

Is about to come out to play

For an eternally dismal day...



As the Soul is torn away,

To reveal a shell of betrayal,

The very creature that once was in mockery

Is now on the darkest way

To becoming he whom will snap the frail

Into a bloody massacre beyond disarray!

[I've taken out certain parts, due to issues in the past. But this has been going through my head constantly, of late.]



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When you live in a reality so insane

You want to quicken the end of the pain

But you cannot do it without giving in

To the howling, the calling, sanity's wane.



In the blackness of a world

Already corrupt by disdain,

Is there any way to clear away the fog

Or are we just fighting a losing battle

Against an eternal flowing smog?



Now appear the flaccid moment,

When you realize you were always correct.

Listen to the voices in your head

Telling you this reality to dissect!



The laws of this reality

Are no longer what they once did appear.

The only guaranteed certainty

Is to be driven to death or insanity from the spear.



Cancerous and malicious,

Yet the taste of torment so delicious,

It awaits in the depths of our sanity,

Waiting to devour life, as we walk in vanity.



Mortality and morality

Now become a lucid fallacy,

Feeding on the pain and misfortune,

While our lives are flipped away,

Into a constant whirlwind of distortion.



There is no point, now, in repealing

The sentence that sends us reeling,

As unto the moral destiny we sing,

Flocking to the memory of a fallen king.



Now appear the flaccid moment,

When you realize you were always correct.

Listen to the voices in your head

Telling you this reality to dissect!



Minimize the sacrifice

In attempt to save those in the vice.

But to let go and bring only one around

Is the only answer left unbound...



Mortality, morality, both forsaken

For the sake of being lesser, yet taken...

The devil within us is transforming

Into a force of unwitting will, deforming.



Amassed only as a memory-

The memory of the people we used to be,

Are we falling apart, as a fallacy,

Or are we slowly coming back to Our reality?