I'm so sad
So very sad
I must be the saddest man alive
Let me fuck myself with these words every night
I get off on hatred towards my own malformed face
I was the one that put on this crown of thorns
And for what, to get closer to the burning bush and lamb?
Kick me, punch me, fuck me up
I found Jesus was never born in the best way!
I savor masochism and a frail mind full of lies
But did I put them here myself?
...
What Jesus?
What Satan?
What mother fucking Messiah?
Is it only me?
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2017 12:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Have you found a God, or have you found yourself?
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You have marked this as 18+, but it's disturbing. Also a bit ambiguous in places.
Well, yeah. It's marked 18+ for a reason. And the ambiguity is something I can't even explain. It all just flows out with my writing, sometimes it doesn't even makes sense to me
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