walk amongst the littered grass
it's color green and fruitful
emerald incandescence leaping
penetrating the corneas
and you're awed by the sight
the fresh morning dew seeps
drenching the tendrils of grass
the smell of splendor..
carried upon the morning breeze
assaulting the nasal passage..
with delectable life
and let me die softly
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walk amongst the forest of humans
the various hues of color reek
reeking of this `civilized' society
and making me deliciously nauseous
i relish the bitter bile rising
in the gorge of my stomach..
yard upon yard of steaming gut roil
and i hold down my vomit with reluctance
i cannot taint the beautiful grass
-
arms flailing wildly in the pollution
vile germs entering the flesh, defiled
and i hold my breath vividly..
-
voices wailing noisily with insolence
stupidity, ignorance, indecency, i love you all
the insipidity of human nature disgusts me
and it thrives relentlessly..
in the actions and thoughts of the sick puppets
all around me..
closing me in, my claustrophobia rises
and the paranoia rages inside of my misanthropic mind
circular reasoning is so much fun, won't you agree?
with me?
with he?
with who?
love him, and hate me
and plug up my desecrated ears
-
fill the mason jar with pickle juice..
and the delecate poison..
insert the fragile fetus, and close the lid
and down a glass of absinthe in the process..
filter the bitter liquid of passion..
through a sweet cube of the most succulent sugar
and now wallow mindlessly in your drunken mind
pilfering the artificial happiness and gaiety
and suck it in through your tainted fangs
plaque betraying the ivory white
and gums bleeding from the manufactured toothbrush
oh, industrial waste is such a pastime
and we all wander stupidly through the ages
-
i'm the jesus you've been searching for
and the satan you've been yearning for
i'm the misanthrope in black who hates you
and herself..
with me?
with he?
with who?
love him, and hate me
i'm the god you've been believing in
and the antichrist you've been crucifying
i'm the human in all of us
the hypocrisy who seethes with rage
the contradiction who unseemly becomes you..
and your angelic demeanor
love him, and hate me
are you good? are you bad?
have you been taken? have you been had?
and used? abused? thrown around like a lifeless ragdoll?
love him, and hate me
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nihilistic impressions from the grave
i negate everything in my obscene hate
and existential thoughts from despair
the possibility is inherent in everything
misanthropic loathing from 299 nothing avenue
i look down upon you pretentiously, and i hate myself
and everything you've ever done to me
has been my fault
love him, and hate me.