antipunk

Wrapped up with fishing line pulled tight around your mouth. I want your tongue poping out...Hanging from my throat I want you to watch me choke. Entangled and horrfied I wonder how you'll act after seeing another human die. Driping blood into your mouth...fantasy...pure reality..

Clench your teeth and stare into the mirror as you force your muscles to buldge from your face. Clench harder until you feel your teeth start to break, now imagine thats me every day staring back at you.

Release your jaw, use drugs if you have to...for the release.. for the temporary ease and comfort... No one wants to hate forever.

I breathe through my...
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Freedom...Release the chains that hold you above the drowning pool of reality.
Sink into the depths of madness...violently fight for survival, or close your eyes and drown.
Inhale death as you choke on realization. Your life is nothingness...

Just figuring it out. Looking for that thing...

I found the thing, but I don't want it anymore... You can have it back, but I need it....
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People are so often caught up in belonging; they often sacrifice their own opinions in favor of the larger whole. An unnecessary blending...

Even the most radical find common ground and sacrifice for the group. A need to feel accepted perhaps...but it is definitely always out of ignorance.

The intelligent break down into smaller groups, but groups none the less.
We classify ourselves with general...
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Its so pathetic.
Reality.
It makes me ill...

So sick and disgusting, I feel I should be just as sick and disgusting.
The world is real.
You can touch it, you can taste it, you can suck it, you can fuck it.

I'm so tired of your lie.
I am not society.
I am not you.
I am barely me....
Just a fragment of a...
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Its a paradox called life...do drugs? often the cause to exposure of lies...die alone inside.

I bleed, I taste, I live, I die.
I burn with every second overloaded jam packed with desire.
We always seek what we desire most. How are things to be when madness is always me...
I lust for more, always more.

Rebellion! and so it is...

Like the taste of blood, it felt warm and empowering. I was transcended into bliss, pure absolute madness. Realities of worlds colliding with each stroke of my hair. With each new vision more fantastic than the one before. Nonsensical happiness, the effects appear permanent. My imagination beyond limitations, I cannot describe in full the happiness I felt. The creations of my mind more obscure than...
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MOTHER FUCKING CID BITCHES!!!

I hope I trip into tommarrow...lets dream of better nows...

The screeching cries of banshee winds...the rumble of dried leaves...I hear an echo in the distance... but is it just inside my eyelids..the sounds of madness...

My eyes closed tight with my head laying upon the hard warm concrete. I can still smell the asphault despite my hacking and coughing from disease. My black leather jacket feels comforting between me and the concrete. Upon opening...
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I am just a lone wolf, hunting & searching. It doesn't matter, none of it really matters. I find that the purpose and meaning I painstakingly established day after day, shatters to the will of my own destruction. Constant change, I am never satisfied with chaos or order. They both have there times and places and both must serve. It is only through this process...
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