Observe
my past actions,
you should know,
this is why I have become,
the lowest of lows.

I observe the words
I painfully wrote,
there is not a magic sorcerer,
that can undo this illusionary
mask of pain I don't show.

Insanity.
I provoked Satan's demons,
insanity,
contemptuously,
choosing to
hate.

Billowing feelings
of my mother's raising,
making her look
so
demented,
the incentive to hurt
so many people,
was suffering,
for what reason,
did this serve me?

senseless
to
my
core

I write of beautiful
things,
like the language of...