beautiful prisonin a field of dreams and peace with bars surrounding my dwelling place my buetiful prison my buetiful my terrible, home Flowers surround me sweet daffodils yellow azazing violets purple roses, the eversplended red so close yet so far just outside the reach of my hands through the bars that just barely keep me from flying from this world keep me held from soaring away into the bliss that awaits me one day so my buetiful prison my horrible home the place I wish to leave so if you you hold the keybeautiful prison
Doomheart pounding blood rushing adrenaline flowing mind racing avenues of escape the pulse everyone can hear nervous fingers rake the air startled by slight sounds slight movement tiny shits in the air insecnifigant at any other time coming to terms the following blow impeding doom turns to doom in dooms full force and the end is better than the begining wasDoom
Returning to ZionRetuning to the land I love the land of Zion of god of peace prosperity the land chosen for me for you for humanity let your love flow strongReturning to Zion
This world is hopeless but I love it anyway for ever always one and the same so let your love come out today let it flow strong flow like a wave release yourself from money and hate I love you all youre all one and the same
Killing in my mindNo cuts on my wrist no marks on my neck in my mind the knofe is jagged my hands cut off cut so many times Killing myself in my mind over and over again hanging jumping depressions a bitch killingKilling in my mind
dead so many times wanting it in reality yet spineless none the less waiting hoping for that thing to push to push me over the edge
Poser ChristianYou sit in your pews Front row of course With fresh pressed clothes Dressed to impress With your family of four Your wife and your kids Who all know their place in the family And you intently listen to the preacher Absorbing what he says Never thinking for yourself Never thinking he was wrong Never thinking at all And all the flaws you see in yourself You vow to make them better And yet you still lust after others And are still driven by greed But that’s okPoser Christian
God still loves you It doesn’t matter
That the only time you pray is at
Look in glassI gaze into a mirror My brow knots together “That can’t be me” I mutter in solemn surety But doubt sneaks in edge-wise As a grimaceLook in glass
Replaces a grin Once always on my face Now a faded memory
From a long past epoch And I gaze into those Bloodshot eyes Ravaged by hopeless days And sleepless nights And my soul Just gazing upon it
Furrows my brow further Deepening the muscular crevasse As it holds nothing but pain And agony And contempt A vial of vile emotions And my fetid black heart The throne of depravity
Devious Journal Entry
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could never think of a good one
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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freakish
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could never think of a good one
~jaymill
jeremy Mill
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