I just don't fuckin know anymore . . .
If I don't figure what to do soon I think I'm gonna die. Many people don't believe in God, I do. I think that those of us that seem to have an extrordinary amount of pain and sorrow in their lives do because somewhere out there there is someone who couldn't handle their's. I think that there are those of us who are not only able to handle our amount of bad and good, but would be able to handle others' also.
If this is true, the only blame I place is on those who can't handle their shit.
I must have the highest threshold for anguish and horrible things of all humans, but I think I have been overloaded.
I've said it before and I am saying it again now:
When I lose it, it will be a sight to behold.
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The flames that shoot up my spine blast away the concrete beneath my feet.
The blood filled veins in my eyes give way to the whites, which have already begun their conquest, masking the targets from sight.
A cool breeze seems to blow may hair gently away from my face, while the super heated jets of air choke those around me.
As an epileptic, my back seizes upwards and outwards out of my control.
As I widen my stance and control over motor function is granted back to me, I feel it, I feel it like needles jabbing the air through my skin.
The repetition of each vertibrae trying to ecape leave no option but to hunch over,
Enduring the physical pain for miliseconds until each one breaks through, piercing me so they may protect me, causing pain unto me so they may end the pain I feel.
They tentacle-like bone spears encircle the aft of my body, each seeking their inevitable target.
They cast enough shadow so that I may be saved from the view of the actual shape I have, and continue to take.
Dropping to my knees from the pain in my mouth and acidic tears flowing without stop from my eyes, my head is bowed and muscles twitch.
I feel them extruding, my canines, top below my chin, bottom almost blocking my view. Their rapid growth causes me to unhinge my jaw and cry out.
The sound, all around feel my pain in them through the noise I produce, bringin all to their knees.
My skin bleeches.
My blood surges everywhere at once.
Crimson dots splatter the pavement, exploded there from the holes made from a combination of fingernails my crushing grip.
The cold sweat felt is now visible, beading off my skin, glimmering sliver on what's left of my pale flesh.
Finally able to open my eyes, my cheeks are tickled by my eyebrows relieving theirselves of their posts.
Thrust to a standing position by electricity, black mist begins to empower me, forming where I stand it grants me use of its receptor inhibiting properties,
And I feel nothing.
Able to tear apart all those who do, have, or will ever do me wrong, cause me grief, or install unnecessary stress in my life, I stand.
No more than a flex is needed to expell the energy need to incinerate everyone, and it is done.
All that is left is the ash shells of the world's populous.
"They brought this, they brought this on everyone, tey are to blame. I warned them, I told veryone, no on listened. I had no choice, if I had control this would've never happened. I would've made sure it would've been worse, days of suffering. Physical pain to equal my mental and emotional pain. Melted flesh, bones fused to the dirt and ground, streets flooded with lemon juice and bile."
I told them all, I said it, and I was right, is it a surprise now? No, no more surprises, everyone is dead, no more, no more anyting.
It was as I said it would be . . .
MAGNIFICENT
People as fucked up as me walk the streets everyday, your streets.
If I tell someone to not fuck with me, I think they should listen. *-*
If I don't figure what to do soon I think I'm gonna die. Many people don't believe in God, I do. I think that those of us that seem to have an extrordinary amount of pain and sorrow in their lives do because somewhere out there there is someone who couldn't handle their's. I think that there are those of us who are not only able to handle our amount of bad and good, but would be able to handle others' also.
If this is true, the only blame I place is on those who can't handle their shit.
I must have the highest threshold for anguish and horrible things of all humans, but I think I have been overloaded.
I've said it before and I am saying it again now:
When I lose it, it will be a sight to behold.
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
*** *** *** *** *** *** *** *** ***
**** **** **** **** **** **** **** ****
The flames that shoot up my spine blast away the concrete beneath my feet.
The blood filled veins in my eyes give way to the whites, which have already begun their conquest, masking the targets from sight.
A cool breeze seems to blow may hair gently away from my face, while the super heated jets of air choke those around me.
As an epileptic, my back seizes upwards and outwards out of my control.
As I widen my stance and control over motor function is granted back to me, I feel it, I feel it like needles jabbing the air through my skin.
The repetition of each vertibrae trying to ecape leave no option but to hunch over,
Enduring the physical pain for miliseconds until each one breaks through, piercing me so they may protect me, causing pain unto me so they may end the pain I feel.
They tentacle-like bone spears encircle the aft of my body, each seeking their inevitable target.
They cast enough shadow so that I may be saved from the view of the actual shape I have, and continue to take.
Dropping to my knees from the pain in my mouth and acidic tears flowing without stop from my eyes, my head is bowed and muscles twitch.
I feel them extruding, my canines, top below my chin, bottom almost blocking my view. Their rapid growth causes me to unhinge my jaw and cry out.
The sound, all around feel my pain in them through the noise I produce, bringin all to their knees.
My skin bleeches.
My blood surges everywhere at once.
Crimson dots splatter the pavement, exploded there from the holes made from a combination of fingernails my crushing grip.
The cold sweat felt is now visible, beading off my skin, glimmering sliver on what's left of my pale flesh.
Finally able to open my eyes, my cheeks are tickled by my eyebrows relieving theirselves of their posts.
Thrust to a standing position by electricity, black mist begins to empower me, forming where I stand it grants me use of its receptor inhibiting properties,
And I feel nothing.
Able to tear apart all those who do, have, or will ever do me wrong, cause me grief, or install unnecessary stress in my life, I stand.
No more than a flex is needed to expell the energy need to incinerate everyone, and it is done.
All that is left is the ash shells of the world's populous.
"They brought this, they brought this on everyone, tey are to blame. I warned them, I told veryone, no on listened. I had no choice, if I had control this would've never happened. I would've made sure it would've been worse, days of suffering. Physical pain to equal my mental and emotional pain. Melted flesh, bones fused to the dirt and ground, streets flooded with lemon juice and bile."
I told them all, I said it, and I was right, is it a surprise now? No, no more surprises, everyone is dead, no more, no more anyting.
It was as I said it would be . . .
MAGNIFICENT
People as fucked up as me walk the streets everyday, your streets.
If I tell someone to not fuck with me, I think they should listen. *-*
awakened:
It's good to know that the streets are really full of fun loving lunitics like yourself...at least now i know i'm not making any outlandish assumptions about my fellow passer byers.