What am I?

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What am I to you?

Label or passion? Label or contraption? Labeled or faced with dissatisfaction?

Am I a lover of the rain; or a Pluviophite?

Am I a lover of the storming skies; or a Ceraunophiliac?

Am I a lover of darkness; or a Nyctophiliac?

What do you see? What do you fear? What do you know? What labels suit you? 

Are titles as safe as the blanket that keeps you warm in bed?

Do categorization make you feel invincible from all evils and bullet proof?

Do pre-made cookies for society make the world go round in your eyes?

Well, I wish you the best of luck in life.

Only a few can go back from the mindset from their pasts to find the truth in the future. 


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The Bloodletting

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 What brought on the rolling sea of the dead?

What makes this water so red?

Will sanity take place instead?

Well, these are all very good questions but here’s the answer:

Hell fucking no.

Without the bloodletting, there’d be nothing to show.

People by the thousands would never even know.

It wouldn’t be right to let the violence be unnoticed.

Don’t you agree with this? I certainly do!

You can’t rake bloodmuck under the carpet that sticks to the broom like freshly sliced entrails.

The bloodmuck will continue to overflow and flood civilians.

The bloodmuck is your own filth.

You created the bloodmuck during the sacred bloodletting.

Time to clean it up… good luck.

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Can’t stand me huh? Can’t get me out of your head? Can’t control me?

Good. Let’s keep it this way. 

The mundane grey left me feeling bored anyway. Lets add some blood to the mix and see how this goes.

Can’t lock me up. Can’t put me down. Can’t resist my manipulation. Can’t…. stand… me…..

I love it when you scream and moan in agony. I love seeing pain seep through your skin.

I love seeing the pain from others you caused being drained from you, leech. 

I can’t die. I don’t sleep. I won’t stop. 

Let’s keep the ball rolling ladies and gentlemen.

Rolling… skidding… flipping… yes….

You brought this on to us you know?

Causing others to feel tormented for your own guilty pleasures… 

Now do you see why I…. oh excuse me, we are here? If not, why don’t you let me remind you… bitch

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