Before I begin, I'd just like to address some issues that have been brought up through few public comments and mostly e-mails, so here it goes. ...
I'm not a mean person by nature, just evil, so I say, piss off you bunch of rat fuckers. I could give two shits and a fuck about my spelling, which to say the least is pretty fuckin nice compared to most. So enough of that... and to one comment, Hey, I never NEVER write a poem without every speck of my soul laid out into it. ~The End and fuck you all good night~
Listless waiting on my dearest friends,
alone in the silence they're in my head.
Turn about and view thy dread,
my only friends are in my head.
I love them so,
be I, be them, be we dead.
and markless features,
these I'll remake into all my creatures.
Lend me ears, lend me eyes,
lend me souls times a thousand times mine.
I love my friends
when they whisper in my head.
Be I, be them, be we dead.
Lovers and sisters,
brothers and listeners,
my glory to be had.
I've a thousand friends,
look in my head.
You'll see them, they are there,
they are as real as my imagination said.
I love them all,
be they, be us, be our only lonely escape,
and let us be dead.