Twisted Mind Seeks Revenge

dark humor I suppose

Help you, I tried,
But you just weren’t right.
You’re thinking was somewhere else.
Up in the clouds where the ice melts.
You cried and cried
I told you what to do.
Still, I was talking to I don’t know who.
Look, now you walk in anguish.
In the deep dark forest of the suffering language.
And you ask yourself why we’ve drifted apart.
I told you and told you, from the bottom of my heart,
Thus your mind was too close
And your answers were those
Of, “But this and that.” so,
I gave up on you without closing the door.
I still believe in that ray of sunshine, sure
I’ve been a little harsh on you.
But that’s because it annoys me trough,
That you shut your mind,
And don’t listen to my advise.
At times I felt like screaming my lungs out,
And yelling at you, “SHUT UP!” really loud.
Telling you to listen and stop crying somehow.
I couldn't do that cause my mind would break down.
It sickened me, in a bizarre way now.
I wanted you out of my sight, quickly mount
That plane and fly, fly fly,
Away from my mind.
You sickened me twisted.
And leave.
I wanted you to listen.
But you couldn’t give what I need.
Now the blade I must draw, dear friend.
I think I wanted you dead.
Now do I just spill your blood to the floor,
And let the rats do all the dirty work? [Lore!
Smh, no.]
While I cut up your brain,
Although, I will not strain
To catch this long-desired train.
No, your blood I won’t drain,
Keep it, you will need it, saves you all the pain.
That I would have put you through. Thus lame
To seek my revenge through physical sick maze.
See, it’s like I was betrayed,
A portrait to paint,
But you know it won’t be haste…
Tee, that is, hasty, sorry mate.
Now, rub it off with a deceiving hand shake?
Maybe a dirty embrace?
Whatever you want to call it, just take
Every word I ever spoke so you won’t be late.
What you wish to do, make.
I’m a gonner cause this is boring me. LOL, nates.
Ohh sorry, I was supposed to be writing this… Tate.
No, that’s a gallery in the UK.
OK, 1, 2, 3, nay!

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[Hawkmoon]

wow this is like Hannibal Lector goes to Doctor Phil and describes a scene from the Lobby of the Titanic Ticket office . You could get arrested by William Butler Yeats during the line about letting the 'rats do all the work"... perhaps you should one day join the French Foreign Legion to find a Cure for the World's Pain