Parasitic Infection

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Parasitic Infection

November 2, 2013 at 7:18pm

A lay unconscious on the ground.

The ones above me all frown.

Shoulda been better.

Shoulda been like me.

Maybe then you’d make history.

 

My brain matter devoured by parasites.

I wish I could just see the light.

Torture and betrayal.

Have become the norm.

It’s all I’ve ever known.

 

Compassion is a lost art.

Down with the ship.

Stuck on the ocean floors.

Fish consume my flesh.

There’s nothing left.

 

 

My brain matter devoured by parasites.

I wish I could just see the light.

Torture and betrayal.

Have become the norm.

It’s all I’ve ever known.

 

Taken for granted.

Working for no pay.

Dreams put on delay.

What a life I live.

 

 

My brain matter devoured by parasites.

I wish I could just see the light.

Torture and betrayal.

Have become the norm.

It’s all I’ve ever known.

 

My existence has been widdled down,

to a small, fragile being I’ve never been.

Where the hell is the hero within?

 

Lost myself, I’ve drifted away.

To join in your game you play.

Manipulation causes destruction.

Mental failure. War on my mental nation.

 

I once stood tall. Without any doubt.

You took my true character and spit it out.

How much longer can I live life this way? 

How much longer can I fight to stay?

 

 

My brain matter devoured by parasites.

I wish I could just see the light.

Torture and betrayal.

Have become the norm.

It’s all I’ve ever known.

 

© Mercy Desdemona/Demonic Refusal 2013

 

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Mystic Land

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In the mystic lands.

With food so plenty.

Where mystery creatures,

were once our teachers.

A world where the mind,

was free to fully bloom.

Knowledge was power.

No bias media to consume.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

The heart & soul had reigned on earth.

The mighty evil powers, struck down by the Gods.

Simplicity based.

Born to strive necessity.

Not luxury.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

We live in a world where knowledge is terrorism.

A heart the enemy, people roaming hungry.

The creatures are now extinct.

We’re programmed to think.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

Home is this mystic land.

Where I strive to be.

Oh, take me to this mystic land.

Just please set me free.

Home is this mystic land.

A human being I shall be.

With fields of imagination.

Heaps of creativity.

Where has this mystic land gone?

Why was there only one?

Oh where is this mystic land?

Why are we fed the devil’s hand?

Home is this mystic land.

Please take me home.

Where I can roam free.

I want to go home.

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Jesus Christ

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I’m mean.
I’m hateful.
I’m full of sin.

Your cross can’t save me.
From the demon within.

Burn your bible.
Dismiss your tricks.

Your words mean nothing.
Behind a clenched fist.

You worry about my sanity.
When you preach to hate vanity.
Your pope sits on a throne.
The Vatican his home.

You worry about my sanity.
Least I don’t try to be perfect.
For a make believe king in the sky.

I’m mean.
I’m hateful.
I’m full of sin.

Your cross can’t save me.
From the demon within.

Burn your bible.
Dismiss your tricks.

Your words mean nothing.
Behind a clenched fist.

NO! I DON’T HAVE 15 MINUTES TO TALK ABOUT JESUS CHRIST!

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Self Hatred (Decomposition of man)

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Self Hatred (Decomposition of man)

I killed my brain today.

Went downright insane.

As a human,

I’ve decomposed.

And made myself nothing.

I wasted my existence.

Became a “What fifer”

I hate myself.

I’m my own worst enemy.

Giving myself apathy.

Until I wake,

wondering why.

Why, did I wake to the light of day.

How can one just self decay?

Who gives a fuck.

It’s better this way.

Just take a gun.

Just take a bullet.

Hitchcocks cure.

For sleep deprived.

Bury me.

And bury me well.

Just make sure I’m going to hell.

© Mercy Desdemona 2013

Low confidence is a bitch.

Wilderness

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One with the wilderness.

Since one was young.

Nature’s beautiful song.

 

As we have aged.

Emotion’s decayed.

Man as cold as ice.

 

What once was our friend.

Now enemy.

Nature’s haunting cry.

 

Freedom of thought.

Endless dreaming.

Fresh world at fingertips.

 

Oh to be young again.

Oh to be free again.

From these emotionless chains.

 

Years have gone by.

I now lay in decay.

Beneath fresh fallen leaves.

I lay in decay

unable to take

the person I had become.

 

© Mercy Desdemona 2013