ChanielDen

Breath by breath Smoke seeps in Lungs of death Symptoms kick in Those cheap puffs Draining your life Breathe in huffs Filled with strife Lungs of ashes Lungs of dust Your disgrace Our disgust

When I first met you You didn't seem rude Maybe you aren't But you are too crude Your humour is slapstick Pain is your joy You're my worst pick Of friends, oh boy Can't you just think Before you just do? Did that thought ever Occur to you? The past is the past It cannot be changed Can you just act A little less deranged?

I arrived home Emptiness roared Should it be normal For me to be bored? My life is a lie I am a drone I am just me Forever alone. Remember when The world was colourful To believe it would last I am a tool When at first The grey seeped in Did my emptiness Obviously begin No more activities Matter to me The world is hollow Nothing to see If I succumb To my eternal despair Lose myself Who would care? Actually that idea Sounds appealing to me I guess we'll just Have to look and see.

What have you done You meddling freak In your envy and jealousy Information you leak? I should have know better To trust one like you You've chewed me up And spat me out, too At first glance You're a friendly dude But like a scam I got screwed For destroying my life You might feel swell But when the time comes You'll go straight to hell Friendships you snap Relationships you break In everyone's perspective You're a constant ache One day I believe You'll mess with the wrong dude And when you get bashed You won't be so rude That day isn't today To my great sense of woe But when the time comes I'll be there, watching

When you walk by I'm reminded of hate A pitless frenzy I wish to sate You ball of filth You reek of sleaze If you were in my hand I would gladly squeeze You don't deserve life You're a waste of air Go back crawling To your pitiful lair If god does exist He must be ashamed For creating you He must be blamed Your soul is evil Your heart is so black Your ugly head I want to crack Pandora's box In it was you For all the bad things It was your cue Your name is called Red haze I see If I had the chance Your death would be me The world would rejoice If your existence would cease And then finally We'd all be in peace.

Twelve o'clock The direwolves cry Do up your locks As the evil draws nigh Tremble in your home While the wind blows fast Cherish every minute Any look could be your last Death grabs his sceptre So lo and behold If you're unlucky You'll never grow old Tremble under your blankets Your blankets tremble too If you can't see them They cannot see you Darkness under your covers Until suddenly The crisp chirp of a bird Brings you out to see The world is so bright The sky is oh-so-blue Should you still be wary? I guess that's up to you.

I realised my true purpose. My secret dream. How lost I was, a foolish boy, following the pathetic flow of humanity, the rat race that has now become life. What has the world become? A corrupt ball of filth, smothering everything on it with evil. Yes, the time has come for a new world. A new life. I am the messenger. Yes. A redeemer. Glass from the ticket booth crunched under his feet as he arrived on the scene. "Jesus, what on earth…?" "A madman, that's what." Detective Walter grunted as he climbed up from the cinema floor, gloved hands holding a bullet casing. Placing the casing with the two-hundred and fifty six others on the front