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Writing these words are the only means of exiling the demons that have bested me.
They are laughing, taunting, screaming obscenities that fill me with grief.
Making me want to cease to be. Making me want to cease to be.

Screaming these words puts me at ease. Hatred and fire is all that I breathe. I am disease that rots your mind. I am disease that robs you of your life. How do you expect me to tolerate you fucking sluts? Don't act so tough upon your pedestal of beer cans and cigarette butts. You call them faggots and label us nerds. At least were not a part of some clique following the same fucking herd. Your life is pathetic and absurd. You all look the same like a god damn flock of birds. We still have voices and meanings behind our words. We scream our fucking throats out every night just hoping we'll be heard.

So I'll keep screaming my head off to keep from going insane.
And I'll scribble down every single thought that enters my brain.
I love this hate. I need this hate.
I've been biting my tongue for the past three fucking years and the taste of blood has become unbearable. And I find it strangely soothing, to constantly be thinking of all of your undoings. Kill.

Silent is the sad assassin. As somber as sharp grey. Whispers his soliloquy to the ones who'll listen. And poisons those who hide the day. To flay, the ones he loves as their last breath drips out their lungs. In a sinister way he shrugs and walks away. Slither, slither, crawls the snake. "Its for your own good," he hears them say. Stay away, don't pray my name. Let me find my own way back to sane. This murderer can't wash the blood from his hands. The pillars helping his mind stand crumble like castles made of sand.

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from Odium, released December 23, 2016

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