sometimes

I wake up in the middle of the

night

voices in my head trying to

ignite

the burning hate that's driving me

insane

grabs my mind and strikes my soul with

pain



covered in sweat

stomach upset

no more sleep

cum on the sheet

slimy excrete



sometimes

I just cut my skin to gain

relief

shed my blood to wash away the

grief

scribe inverted crosses on my

chest

then I purge my bowels and I get

dressed



start out to school

wrathful and cruel

no more grace

snatched up from

rotten.com



put on my trench coat and grab my father's gun

a sawed-off rifle is a guaranty for fun

a king-sized box of ammunition 'cause I'm smart

I won't run out of bullets when the party starts



class has begun as I am entering the room

before the teacher starts to bitch I perforate her womb

her torn up innards make a nasty smacking sound

as they spout around my face and hit the classroom's ground



the air is filled with smoke, dead bodies adorn the floor

horrified teenagers are pushing to the door

I pump a bullet into every single head

But I won't go to jail and kill myself instead