Try Slashing your writ with a broken bottle
of corrosive acid tar
Or strut the legs of Scissor Blades
to make erect nipple puss
Keep gory jars of minted eyes
and Retinas as sweets
Leave crater trails of hot coal shoes
for irritating guests
There's so much pleasure in this world
for what I'd like to do
My sexualities self-destruction
and wanton brutality my girl
Perhaps I'll drag a battered carcass
on the back of a blue FIAT
Until every pours deluging with
a thousand cut contusions
And the breath is percolating with
the speed of racing bullets
Multiplying epidemics of fractured legs
and broken pelvises
Eating dirt and asphalt choking on a leash
As I feel the satisfaction triumph over my enemies
I like the way you scream in pain
begging for your life
But understand I make no truce
while vengeance is my wife
Send nitroglycerin in vitro
to assassinate the brain
Send you in a rocket ship
with scorpions in your veins
I take a certain pleasure when spilling
my adversaries intestines
Over the plastic covered flooring for
sanitary discretion
Don't you worry Im viosexual
Men and women are all equal
in my scope of human targets
I get horney when Im hungry for the thrill of
visceral carnage
Make them howl, make them squirm
until their faces turning blue
Getting even has its moments, as my only source of peace
Cause sex is overrated when its got to much compromise
When 1 can have more pleasure when rage is the eternal bride
Cause I don't want to... I just want to
Hunt you with a shotgun,
kiss you with a blowtorch
Bat you for a home run,
make you a black and blue valentine
Sing a little lullaby as an armoured samurai
Dots the little x' crossing out the t's
There's only one way your ever gonna leave
Spitting spit from out my spleen
Makes me feel like Mr Clean
Domesticating all my problems
With a double dose of getting even
Some may call it being psychotic
But a bloodbath is therapeutic
For I am deaths sweet brother
And have no time for living pressure
If you think Im evil
look inside your mirror
You will find me peering
In the darkness of your conscience
Cupid shot me with an arrow
that makes me feel like jack the ripper
Wuornos got it right when she
played the players as jokers
Sometimes it feels that all I do is cry
But now I've got the strength
to stand up for my right
I can never love, but I can stand to fight
Love is a game for suckers
And War is the path to peace
So I never want to love, I just want to Burn.
I totally understand, Milos. I hope your anger has subsided and your outlook has improved. Great venting poem tho! Peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can never love, but I can stand to fight Love is a game for suckers And War is the path to peace - - - - -your poem languages are very fun.