Gift to a dying friend

[rm-rf]

It becomes hard
when you cry
and you dont know what you think
and you cover up every falter
with some elaborate word
and ive never heard
such feeble putrid waste
purged from such an elementary mind
and i spit it right back up
to slap you in the face
and i spit it right back up
to slap you in the face
you dont know alone
because you have a home
while i wander and wander
learning and searching
finding a meaning
and i push myself to my limits
and i dig myself an early grave
and ever since a little child
ive hated you
all of you
useless little lives
pacifyed by your useless information
your useless little station
your useless creation
i live off tears
and ecstasy is my distress
i bathe in misanthropia
and wallow in the shadows
embodied with chaos
and i want to see you all cry too
all the mechanical little robots
little machines and their insignifigant lives
i hate you
all of you
i am alone
i have no home
i wander and wander
and the fire builds
i want to tear this world apart
die
i want to kill your sympathy
die
i want to see fire
die
i want to see volcanoes
die
i want to see tidal waves
die
i want to see earthquakes
die
i want to see nuclear explosions
die
i want to see suffering and death
die
i want anarchy i want chaos
die
i want misery and torture
die
i want to rip this world in half
die
i want to watch you all die
DIE
i want to burn it all down
die
because its your fault
its all your fault
i hate this
all of this
its your fault
your fault
i want to feel the planet crush in my grasp
i want to watch everyone die one by one
i want to see the sickness end
i want you all to have exactly what you want
i want my world to have a second chance
i want to reboot the system
i want to envelop the world in endless darkness
i want to wipe the planet of its disease
humanity

 

[*Cosmic Mist*]

this is interesting WOOD, it seems almost that you hate the world and everything (obviously) , but then, right at the end of the poem it seems that you become confused, and that your hated is not of society, but of humanity... it seems as though you're not sure who you should be mad at, or who is responsible...

i live off tears
and ecstasy is my distress
i bathe in misanthropia
and wallow in the shadows
embodied with chaos
and i want to see you all cry too
all the mechanical little robots
little machines and their insignifigant lives
this i like... it's so vivid, striking. i like the effect that it has...
but smile, because a lot of life is the attitude and reaction that you have towards things... don't learn the hard way, the way i had to - take it from me, if you have a positive out look, things will improve without you even putting any effort into them at all...
!
( i just realised that i assumed that this poem was meant to be you talking to someone else... i hope i haven't misinterpreted it...)
[ 08 August 2002: Message edited by: *Cosmic Mist* ]

 

[frostyangel]

Just dropping in to say I read your post.
It was in good manor. I just hoping everything is okay...and I can beat up whoever made you feel this way!

 

[spinkle]

Damn, dude. Frustration and impotent anger really come through here...and those are hard things to suppress. It's better to vent them than it is to let them gnaw at you from within.
Just remember that you can be (and are) an agent for change, and reality doesn't have to be the same after you pass through it. It's not always going to be the way it is now, and you are part of the shift away whether you recognize that or not.
And on another note, I could see this on a Deftones album

 

[nephil]

Wow! Incredible