This was never my world

I dig deeper and deeper into my subconscious as if scraping the fading white paint from my concrete cell walls. I hear what Dr. Lee tells me and what the voices say but I cannot stop to think what I may or may have not done.

A memory in my head has a journey that continues in a downward spiral where I can see the bottom of a hell or heaven I may predict in my future. It is a place of warmth, love and comfort as I see fit in my eye’s.

Laugh ye not what ive done by my hand the hand of God, but by ye hand of fate which I had been given by the good Lord himself. Only he can save your wretched soul from my black touch. This was never my world to occupy, never my world to inhabit with maggots, sperm and vermin such as yourselves crawling on the stained filled ground of life’s little silly joke.

Laugh ye who has a heart hollow to my taste of your soul, a heart that I will smell which beats a lie to you, to your loved ones which I will have to steal and keep close to my ear. Listening to it’s whispers of deceit.

Angels will have the last laugh on our souls of mercy keeping me to their breast-

WHY?

To cover up their sins of their father who does not exist except in the chalice of blood you sip.
I masturbate to their songs, to their hymns, to their righteousness.

I taste the salty semen of God’s seed which passes through my lips and down my throat. Patrick is one with his body as I am one with Jezebel.

I am coma, I am BLACK, I am the son of the STARS, MOON and your SOUL as it EXISTS in the palm of my hand as I squeeze the life from your body. The taste of your blood on mylips is heaven and where I want to be, become a part of me. I will devour you as much through my mouth as I can through feeling the insides of your vagina.