RATS IN PARADISE

sitting here
contemplating the end
the knife wont do
too much for them to clean up
don't want them to do that
no need to worry
your little freak is off to join
join join
THE RATS IN PARADISE
dont worry about me no more
soul gone to the world so bloody
the roads glow crimson
fuck you
I am an unclean dirty little fuck
off to die a death of a dirty little fuck
back alley, needle in my arm
the whole world glows
right before i lose my vision
legs are so fucking numb
floating above myself...that unholy carcass
THE RATS IN PARADISE
just leave the body to rot
if not then just go fucking fall
fall fall
off a the side of my fucking world
where everyone is fucking dead
just like me
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I write to free my inner dreams....understand...like this or hate it...fuck off and go die...unless of course you are one of my chosen few....in which case you are awesome and you all should know who you are...the ones who stick by me no matter what the fuck I say or do...to the rest of you who have turned your backs on me at one time or another....go lick a dick.
-Aaron M

slice me dice me
let me fucking die
no longer reason to survive
get away from me hurt myself
be a friend kill me drain away my soul
kill the past keep it the fuck away
I'd sleep lonelier at night if it were dead
no more ghost in my cold lonely bed
free my blood murder me kill the real me
drown away my sorrows in my own blood
this is my choice let me choose
slice me dice let me fucking die
exasperation from my desperation hurt you now
blood flows crimson my watery bed of flesh
my death doesb't affect you no love for me FUCK IT
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I wrote this one about hating how the past just fucking creeps up on you and stabs you in the fucking back like a no good ingrateful piece of shit. FUCK THE PAST.

slash your wrist pump your fist cause its all the same to us
seen all hopes and your dreams crumble and combust
tonights the night lets bust the gauge
dance with death on a pale stage
novacaine this pain pumping through our veins

cut me cut slice slice kill im a used rolled dollar bill
at the the end of my rope
cut me cut stab right through and im spilt all over you
im so sick my sanity is lost and i just want it to stop

silent sex fucking in the night
keeping secrets it aint right
losing battle in a one man knife fight
cut the noose and let me drop
cause im hanging from the ceiling torn apart at the seams
end it all with a match and a can of gasoline

cut me cut slice slice kill im a used rolled dollar bill
at the the end of my rope
cut me cut stab right through and im spilt all over you
dying inside from these holes ive caused and i just want them to clot

cant stop the bleeding....no you wont
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Ever been to the edge and back? I have and this is my fucking ode to how much I just wish I could've pulled the trigger or stuck the knife a little deeper. Remember kids...suicide is only fun if it follows a homicide.

Sick of people - no ones real
Sick of chicks - they're all bitches
Sick of you - you're too hip
Sick of life - it sucks

Suicide's an alternative

Sick of trying - what's the point
Sick of talking - no one listens
Sick of listening - it's all lies
Sick of thinking - just end up confused
Sick of moving - never get no where
Sick of myself - don't wanna live
Sick and tired - and no one cares
Sick of life - it sucks

Sick of politics - for the rich
Sick of power - only oppresses
Sick of government - full of tyrants
Sick of school - total brainwash
Sick of music - top 40 sucks
Sick of myself - don't wanna live
Sick and tired - and no one cares
Sick of life - it sucks

Suicide's an alternative

Sick of life - it sucks
Sick and tired - and no one cares
Sick of myself - don't wanna live
Sick of living - I'm gonna die
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I'm a bit fed up if you haven't noticed yet. I am really fed up with society and all it's fucking games. telling me I'm free when obviously I am not free to go take a shit in your chocolate shake now am I?

-BUMP-

Read my fucking poetry for god's fucking sakes.


I write to free my mind
I write to free your body
I write to write
I write to live
I write hoping to die
I write my words in crimson
I write to kill
I write for revival
I write as to allow the spirits out
I write so that my hand might release this fucking PEN!

The CIA is watching me.
At night when i sleep I can feel their eyes..
I just want to wake up and slaughter them.
one by one and two by two.
stop watching me, no good CIA
when you are asleep I will watch you
with night vision, the whole nine yards
I'm not a terrorist, I don't sell crack
I don't wanna buy crack, and those nuclear arms in the basement are old
The CIA is watching me.
At night when i sleep I can feel their eyes..
I just want to wake up and slaughter them.
one by one and two by two.
stop watching me, no good CIA

I read it, and it's all some great stuff too ^_^ So are you going to post more, or just wait for other people to read and reply to it too? JK I hope there's more than just this though, it's fun to read.

Saronin

I've had more than 100 pages going on this site before...well....before I got into a misunderstanding with the higher ups...so now I just try and find where some old ones are saved and write freely from the top of my head.

beautiful! simply beautiful... i really want to read more!!!

nice avatar, by the way

thanx..
Betty Page is awesome.

emmotions-
raw, unchanged-
bring hate-
spread joy-
growing from a little boy-
to a strong man-
time flies-
when you aren't paying attention-
one minute you're three-
the next you're sixteen-
what happened-
where'd your childhood go-
down the drain-
same place as your life was-
drugs, alcohol-
sex, violence-
stealing, dealing-
all vices-
all gone for now-
helped become a man-
no longer a little boy-

wrote that one two days after my 16th birthday...YAY for growing up.

fantasy, reality-
the line is blurred-
which is true-
which is false-
Dragons, Knights, Vampires-
said to be fairytales-
Drunks, Hookers, Addicts-
the real world-
reality, fantasy-
harder to tell each day-
slowly losing sight-
under the rainbow-
white doves fly-
life truly is a dream-
hiding in the closet-
pumping new life into my veins-
avoiding reality-
fantasy is getting more real-

I am chaos-
chaos is me-
I watch destruction-
it makes me happy-
to watch worlds fall-
seeing races fail-
waiting for the earth to be over-
move onto the next supreme race-
kill the love-
spread the hate-
my memories of hell's gate-
keep my up at night-
feeling my body with it's energy-
I'm coming-
welcome to chaos-
I am here-
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Ever embrace your inner demons? I didn't....they embraced me.

life-
given easily-
taken at will-
what is the point-
why are we here-
are we not just going to die-
wont my body be put in the ground-
left to rot-
why do people get buried in the ground-
do we wanna be worm feed-
I don't want to push daisies-
I'm going to live forever-
never die-
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I officially am a hypocrit. one night begging for death the next thinking I'll live forever. Fuck me. I am just another mindless drone in this world...or to me it seems.

Sick-
I have some problems-
you aren't helping to solve them-
yell at me when I beg you for help-
beat me when I need you the most-
you are the worst fucking host-
I wanna die-
I wanna be put in the electric chair-
let me out of this cell-
Ill be in hear till I die-
my own tears sting my eyes-
If I am the future-
why don't you love me-
why do you hit me-
am I not of your own blood-
it was choice to bring me into this world-
I was doing just fine alone-
always alone-
wish someone was home-
no one is here to see me cry-
no one to see me try and die-
I have four walls to talk to-
thay never talk back-
my heart has turned black-
the rope around my neck gives me no slack-
spin spin-
around goes my body tied to the ceiling fan-
think-
that poor carcass once contained a man-
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One about Living up above...now one about dying...yeah that's right...FUCK YOU AND YOUR THOUGHTS! they don't matter in my false sense of stability that i refer to as reality.

peering into the shadows-
i remember my child hood-
especially the rhymes-
hickory dickory dock-
the mouse ran up the clock-
I can remember times when I was so happy-
not a care in the world-
Little Jack Horner-
Sat in his corner-
I see the shadows of people who cared-
can almost feel their touch-
they are so close-
yet so far away-
Georgie Porgie, Pudding Pie-
Kissed the girls-
Made them cry-
I see those who care for me now in these shadows-
wondering-
why do I hurt them-
better yet-
why do they hurt me-
that's right-
it's all about me-
Tic Tac Toe-
Three in a row-
I love-
yes-
I do-
I once loved a lot-
I got hurt-
I love no more-
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall-
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall-
sometimes-
when I see a tall building-
I think of just jumping-
if I did-
who would care-
All the kings men and all the kings horses-
tried to put Humpty Dumpty back together again-
my life is in pieces-
I lose them-
never to be found-
they'll show up when I don't want them-
Rock-a-bye baby-
in the tree top-
How much longer can I handle this-
will I last-
I'm not sure-
are you-
I hope it's long enough-
or maybe it'll be just enough-
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet-
Eating of Curds and Whey-
It's amazing what you think of-
peering into the darkness-
think back to the times-
times when you were happy-
remember the poems of a childhood past-
it helps get throught the hard times-
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My favorite time in life was childhood. I could shit myself and have someone clean up after me. Now I have responsibility and I need money and I have to be social and I need to take pills and the alcohol never helps me. Only leads to more darkness...more depression.

^^^
Read thems up above...now!

Fuck the free world 313

I have to say, I have been checking out you're work for a while and I am totally impressed. You have struck me as one of the 'oustanding' writers on here to me, and believe me I have been an 'observer' here for muuuuuuch longer than when I posted my first post. Exellent work.

thanks for the compliments and there are way better writers on here than me. I jsut write whats in my heart or slithering across my mind at the moment when I sit down at this computer and begin to type...the words flow freely. So I can't claim them as mine. Like I said somewhere sometime.... My poems are just my other self getting his say out in the world. If you want to see good works go check out DamienSuffering's or Yuui's or Cinder's works. They all three fucking rock.

The rest is poems and shit. This a piece of erotica by yours truly...I hope you enjoy...or not...just read it and make sure not to get any jism on my carpet....okay?


carry you gently to my room-
lay you on the bed-
kiss you softly and lick your neck-
remove your top gently and kiss you deeply on the lips-
feeling around behind you, unclasping your bra-
free your mammaries, loving each of them tenderly-
you shiver with each kiss to your nipple-
a light moan escaping oyur lips-
this feeds my lust for your love-
slide my hands to the front of your jeans-
undoing the button with utmost ease-
slipping out of my shirt, taking off them blue jeans of which you are so proud-
feeling the moistness of you through your panties-
rub you gently, feeling your hips thrust towards my light touch-
move up your body to see that wonderful face of yours-
smiling, the look of lust covering you so radiantly-
move back down to that chest of yours, licking and nibbling you all over-
slowly slip of your panties, here you moan with anticipation-
slip a finger inside, your juices gushing, inviting me inside deeper-
your hands find my stiffness still hidden inside my boxers-
the coldness reaches the tip as you pull it out-
I moan and press against your hand, kissing your neck in my ectasy-
kiss my way down your body, spread your legs for a little surprise-
no teasing you this time, I let my tongue take you for a wild ride-
thrusting into my face, pulling my hair to make my tongue go deeper-
slide a finger into you, focus my effort on giving you an orgasm like no other-
you tense up, the release the pent up energy in small spasms-
I slide up and give you a kiss on the lips, asking for your permission with my eyes-
you grant is, I slowly start to enter you, inch by inch I feel you widen-
I feel a resistance it really is your first time, your eyes show your pain-
stop to let you adjust, slam your hips against mine driving me all the way home-
moans intermingling as I begin to thrust into you, feeling your tightness all around-
you start to thrust in tempo with me, deeper and deeper I plunge-
finally hitting rock bottom,you let out a gasp as I pull almost all the way out slowly-
driving myself back in hard I feel you shake, that's two-
about to lose control, I whisper into your ear telling you of my lust-
you force me into you deep, clamping down on me-
milk me like I'm an animal, hoping to get my seed in you as fast as you can-
I finally let loose, spraying your insides with my special juice-
let ourselves go limp, holding eachother till sleep takes us away-

I have read this one on the main site, and as I have said before, its one of the things that inspired me to do my thing on here. Well written!
Gem

that's awesome....been so long since I visited the main site....pretty much since I no longer became caretaker of the main site.

Really?
Does stuff go automatically from here to the main site? That always confuses me how that works, Lol.

not sure anymore.
before, when I was running it, there was a submit option on the Darkness page. It was pretty cool and all but, very time consuming and I got so behind while doing it. It was cool though....helped me when I was feeling worthless.

i love your work

deadly

thanks.
tonight when I get outta this hell I will post s'more...if this hell doesn't let me out then I shall send you IMs from the beyond.

tangled is the web you weave-
stuck in the dark crevasses of my mind-
fighting, struggling, never getting free-
shadows encompass us in our sorrows-
a fly stuck deep inside a bee's hive-
sweetness all around-
sorrow was all that I found-
a throat so dry and cracked-
can't swallow, no water-
a theater of hell-
I am the main attraction-
burning like a fucking log-
FUCK YOU-
stop treating me like a dirty dog-
I will stand up, I will fight back-

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This was something written spur of the moment. If you don't like it that's your problem. If you do then good for you. I'm not sure what it's all about, maybe someday my semiconscious will tell me why it writes the things it does.

ooooh.
so much fandom.
man gonna have to beat people off with a stick.
/end sarcasm

Poetry they say is truly an art to those who read it . . . and you are your worst critic. Continue to create art as long as they come from the innermost parts of your soul they'll never fail to be masterpieces.

Good stuff . .

yet again i love your new work. and i love your sarcasm! you’re very funny.
deadly

rally round that which controls
watch as your friends and family fall,
filled with crimson red holes
shopping in your Gap, oblivious to it all
smoke your weed, drink your beer
life is grand under constant observation
government created, color coded, instant fear
no time left in the night for masturbation
--Chorus--
one by one, two by two
good uncle sam, wants to kill you
in his factories, for his wars
blood for oil, exchange it willingly
just sign up, you'll get cash
now the Government, owns your ass
--End Chorus--
Sent to Iran, that wasn't the plan
two years overseas, still killing their enemies
just a machine, designed for bloodlust
trained and battle ready, you wont rust or rest
got a wife at home, sends cookies for you
deck of cards in his hand, just a pawn on the board
wont get kinged, just get killed
if your blood was oil, they still wouldn't care
--Chorus--
one by one, two by two
good uncle sam, wants to kill you
in his factories, for his wars
blood for oil, exchange it willingly
just sign up, you'll get cash
now the Government, owns your ass
--End Chorus--
Welcome aboard, this is where you'll die
called a casualty, not a blip on the radar
your death was just another, died among your brothers
Semper fi, just means ready to die
You aren't trained, just brainwashed
eaten alive, your soul torn out
a zombie overseas, eating stale old cookies
there's another way, kiss a man, be gay!
--Chorus--
one by one, two by two
good uncle sam, wants to kill you
in his factories, for his wars
blood for oil, exchange it willingly
just sign up, you'll get cash
now the Government, owns your ass
--End Chorus--

*bump*


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