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Click hereBefore 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.
Emotionless faces,
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.