Holy water
Me the water
Confess your sins into me
God swallows all
Me the dirty
Ill close gods eyes for a minute
A minute is all it takes
Me the liar
Lollypop of Christ
I've cum to do his biddings
Me the giver
I'll dilute your sins
Just another notch in my crucifix
Me the guilty
My fingers knotted in your hair
On your knees and finish your prayer
You the fire
Cough up your sins
Suck the sins of gods
You the naughty
Taste the sweet nectar
Taste the love of Jesus
You the tease
Sunday school release
Rolled back eyes
You the bad boy
Suck out the evil
God keeps secrets too
You the innocent
Clean the mess of your face
Serial Poetry - ClownSized by Gutted-from-society, literature
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Serial Poetry - ClownSized
ClownSized
Governmental funding ill sail this ship right passed them
I'm hypocrisy, the respected, the neutered, the garbage
I'm the entertainment the social piglet the supplement on everyone's lips.
I'm the jester for the dumb dressed up in skinless atonement
I'm obsolete
Painted by the crowded stinks and rapped in absolution
I feel the tickle in my chest and it's thriving on my pest
I touched one today, there skin against my shaking hand
I pulled out; I took my flesh from his
I'm dissipating myself
There eyes cowering me
I feel them talking, fluttering by me.
It's throbbing
I feel it.
The ache is becoming inadmissible
I
Crowded Mind
Lost within yourself
I woke up somebody else
Different but the same
Watching from the outside in
Wearing his skin costume
That I can't control
Lost inside my pain
A pain that's not of mine
A pain she can't remember
You woke up in a pool
A pool of her blood
Blood that was hers
Blood that is there's
Lost inside your shouting
Shouting voices that isn't his
I feel the fading
I woke to myself being taken
You're tuning in
He's dulling me out
She's killing me away
Lost inside their mind
A mind I once new
A mind you once owned
You woke somewhere else
He was alone
But crowded
A crowded mind
Serial Poetry - Sein Not Heard by Gutted-from-society, literature
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Serial Poetry - Sein Not Heard
Sein Not Heard
Painted circles I cant escape this control
The bible is my father now
My mother is my brother now
In lord I trust
In mother I follow
She let me out today
Read a thousand more stories
They came around with there pen and paper duties
I pointed him out they took a second glance.
She fell today the fall that you never get up off
The walls are mocking me the bible is still aside her chair
I saw them today I went to see the dance. She saw me there.
My cold earth teacher no hands to guide me know.
Lost in a maze of my own mind this house is lonely
The growing sence of loss is swallowing me whole
The grief in my mind i
YOUR G.I.V.T 2ME by Gutted-from-society, literature
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YOUR G.I.V.T 2ME
YOUR G.I.V.T TOME
Faceless doors. always-working one way
Waiting to rejoice in you. Treed in you
These peepers. Blinded by what you've shown them
You grew me. Fed me. Bathed me in wants
Cleansed the skinless bastard. Watered the weeds.
Proud mocking birds. Lay into them
This bear trap. Locked shut by what I've swallowed
You bred me. Home grown. Infected me
Doused the mindless fuck. Follow your damn orders
Proud mocking birds. Lay unto me
Bottomless mouth. Button on hold
Keep washing his skin. There's no you hidden
There home birth. There innocents.
Captain happy. Shrug it. Walk it off.
Flooded Conscious. Friends become missing
Pain(t)
He turns his cheek and bites his tongue
Sits in his seat till the voices are done
Screams so loud inside the skin shakes
Hides his face inside he hopes he breaks
He turns his face to another scar
Decency and grace didn't get him far
Lays down plays dead for another day
Removes his head wont hear what they say
Sick and tired of just a clenched mind
Jaws been wired eyes have gone blind
Behind the holes he plays the same cut scene
There all alone, hands of blood that will never clean
There roll call circles round and round
He wont fall no more will his mind be bound
His mind clogs spin a gun to hand
They will never win o
Nazianity
Heil
Ill be my liberator
You and me with smoke to die
Hail
Ill be your martyr
You and me will go down under an empty sky
The fascist regime un arms all
Re blinds us
Gags us
Rapes us
The propaganda
The Church where you salute
Priests put you back in line
Zieg Heil
Seems ive pinned yellow stars to my head
There looking for me
I smell the smoke
There preaching on the streets
There faces on the tv
Signs on the walls
Jesus saves us
From ourselves
He saves us from free thinking
Heil Jesus
Blonde hair and blue eyes
Black shirts white collers
One god
One leader
One serial killer
Iron crosses for the slain
M
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Death does not part
Death does not part
Placid lifeless skin dead man on the run
Wearing the returns of a zombie
There smiling faces I have to imagine
Face of love, bent over backwards
Chasing the dead, disrespecting the holy
I have what was once taken from me
I hold your cold skin to me and kiss what is mine
Forever
You lay on the bed waiting, not speaking
Wipe away your skin as your as dead underneath
Dried up inside and you turn to ash
The devil took over, never again
Write my name in her face
My name, meaningless in woe
Tears of lust, pure next to greed
Wailing in vanity as I feed
Ugly face next to my lover
Dead shells one on each other
Soulless
Shoot me, Ive soiled and lost my mind
Shoot me , Ive burned my soul alive
Shoot me, I have no soul to sell
Shoot me, I have no fear of hell
My soul, decayed and damned
My soul, sometimes im haunted by
My soul, Raped and harvested
My soul, holy in murders glance
Take me, and leave me out
Break me, and leave me out
Awake me, and leave me out
Twist me, and leave me out
Butterflies on the insides, drowned in emptiness
Worms on the outside, die beside my ugliness
Soul abide to me and guide me, I no longer want this
I want no soul to bring me down, no soul to starve me
My soul, I sinned it all away
My fate, I sent it on
The promise
Courtesy welcomes the sweet majesty
Sweet goat celebrate a cut throat
Welcome a nation of inbred swine
The gory cult we entwine
We bleed our selves better
We ache the pain away
A longing to take place
A million people, no face
Remember your war when you're killing the young
The sent of the dead trapped in your lung
Pestilence is a world of greed and government control
We walk letting our conscious fall from a gapping whole
We try to stitch it back up with our enemy
But still our insides are hung free
They've promised us sin yet we bask in forced saint front
Charles Manson, come save us from a piggy government
A vi
Two
Taken back, trees fall into fire
Faults of my own and we all have our own
Bring it down and burn it down, two steps backwards
Cut off at the legs I fall down and plant into the ground
Fall down not so far from the bottom, my mind rewinds
Keep my self from stability so I don't fall in the rut again
Live down sized incase any one should catch on and realize
Comfy delays and im span back and wound up implanted in a reality
A reality that rejects the odds and end of others that they all have
Ill shut into myself I hold onto something that stops moving and ill stay
Immaturity in a way that cant be presented in other way, and I've
Current Residence: Wales Favourite genre of music: Metal, Industrial Operating System: Nix :-P MP3 player of choice: PSP Shell of choice: The petrol company Wallpaper of choice: Korn Skin of choice: Deformed/ Repellant Favourite cartoon character: Salad Fingers, he loves rusty spoons!
Favourite Visual Artist
Marilyn Manson, Nixolaa
Favourite Movies
the crow 1, the crow city of angel, the crow salvations, carrie, queen of the damned
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
"Why?" Advert for tesco jelly in a magazine
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
The air is airy
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Simpsons
4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
about 330 am
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
3:37 woo yey
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
Music in my headphones. - Ministry - Jesus built my hotrod
7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?
Bout 6. Went to get some eats
8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?
My msn convo
9. What are
The art of self loathing and hatred has become an art. So much so that broken skin....self made scratches....has become a fasion.
The scales weigh that more people will pull you down than sky high you.
In short.
Wait. And the cuts wont be DIY.
Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)
*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
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