My Body Will Not Handle This

The pain in my heart will linger on in time like the epitomes of flame. Tormenting my soul into an eternal damnation of that of the most depraved times of wars waged upon this earth.

My spirit has died and corroded into time itself, lost in the fourth dimension as if it never existed. My mind has become the most sadistic mind this Planet Hell has ever had to tolerate and bear.

The lungs inside have collapsed and breathe in dust and ash. The alcohol of life has eaten my kidney like a hungry child devours an ice cream melting away onto the little child’s hand covering it like a storm cell embodies a city waiting to strike with all of its might. My livers in my interior construction do not work anymore.

My body will not handle this. The only thing inside that will not die is my malevolent tongue that spits curses like a serpent spits its venom.

Love has leased no room in the hotel of lust and seduction. It has forgotten that love costs money and I have no currency on my world of poverty.

Society has isolated me on a baron wasteland to starve and dehydrate and to travel to the very centre of insanity. The authorities want my capture but they will never find me where I am. I’m not in this world anymore; I’m on a land not on this world but on a planet on the outskirts of the Milky Way. This world is governed by the Seven Gods of Chaos and they do not let me sleep in a world reeking of havoc.

Reality now will not serve me any good as I have become as unreal as the fact of there being a God. Pathetic morals, values and beliefs don’t mean anything to me anymore. I am too discoloured to see the colour of the discourse that I should see. The volumes of lethargy have reached their peaks on a 6,000-channel mixer.

My body, mind and spirit are too drained to function in a normal way. Nothing can stop me now, I’m a freight train unleashed from the tracks of Hell unto the realm of man. The people of this earth have unlocked a demon they cannot control or defeat in a battle meant to be lost.

Rage has taken over my body like a virus infects a human body. Watch me now as I ignite reminiscent of the great fires of London. My world now is an ashtray; putrid, polluted and insanitary.

My body will not handle this. The only thing inside that will not die is my malevolent tongue that spits curses like a serpent spits its venom.