Paradise

I have bled,
to cry the truth.
I have tasted screams,
to make it right.
I have sat alone,
in all the dark.
But in these hands,
I hold the light.

Red was just dream,
that I played upon my sorrow,
who knew releasing another’s,
was my light,
to live tomorrow.

I exhale the insults,
that they throw without a thought.
I inhale their berry and fruit aroma,
in their hair.
I am the only one too forgive their sins,
when all is laid out and bare.

You might be surprised.
I am very liked,
even loved,
depends the kill.
I savour the smell of fear,
I am loved,
by the blood they spill.

The satisfaction that I get,
is the masturbation,
of a lonely man.
But nothing,
nothing can compare,
to the sound of choking words,
through the blood,
as I just stand and stare.

This is my paradise.
My heaven,
inside of their hell.
This is not insanity,
it’s only the redemption,
this angel can sell.

Paradise

Spraven

Dumbarton, Scotland, United Kingdom

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A man you might call insane, though in his eyes he is doing the world a favour. Insanity holds many masks….

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