Stalked By A Wolf Through A Graveyard At Midnight
Throwback Poetry Series (2009)
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The initial hit:
its intent is to get you
addicted to my shit just like a vampire bit you!
Bitch!
You wish
this was just a myth
but
it’s true:
I won’t miss.
Spew.
Venom rips through your tissues!
(Commit you to the pit of eternal piss with a shit view.)
I’m authority on the lessons of hell.
Because of depression, I fell.
Arrested and jailed for my decision to protest and rebel.
All attempts at confession have failed.
All blessings withheld
but I ain’t stressing ‘cause I’m pressing on.
Aggression prevails!
And I’m obsessed with second-guessing myself.
Am I a shell possessed or just a demon possessing myself?
It's like being stalked by a wolf through a graveyard at midnight.
I tried to get right but still invite this sin-life.
A misguided kid chose to hitchhike this riptide.
Now his life has ended;
the human within died.
The knack for compassion escapes me.
The hatred,
it saved me but made me this crazy.
Lately, I've prayed.
Those I pray to, forsake me
for wasting the gifts they so graciously gave me.
I used to go to a church -
back when I used to have a soul to search.
Reverse! Now I choose the curse
and I've cursed the entire universe!
Life and death, to me, it's just a game
like psycho-sex, when I combust and bang.
I've tried the rest
now, I trust the pain
inside the depths of my fucked up brain!
About the Creator
Seth Thomas
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Seth Thomas is a self-contained asylum for corrupt entities and vigilante heroes; currently locked inside his own brain cell, being CrAzY Creative!
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