I'm going nuts, I'm going mad;
I've had enough; enough of that.
Broken bones and breaking homes;
Hallways haunted by ghosts.
Removed emotion from a chest unbroken;
Removed intention from a word unspoken.
Vaguely whisper your truth to me;
A cruel intention for the world to see.
I am writing the greatest American horror story ever written;
A tale of heartache, blood, spells and witches.
I fear, in what I'm chewing, too much I have bitten;
Surrounding myself with soulless bitches.
A tragedy that puts King Lear to shame;
A poetic exploration of absolute pain.
This American horror story may scare you to death;
If, that is, as you read it, you have a life left.
A woman in widow's mourning;
Woke me up with a piercing screech this morning.
She dug her elongated fingers into my eyes;
As she pulled out some blood vessels mixed with lies.
In fear of what may come next;
I told her the truth, to give my morals a rest.
The truth on the dark side of the moon is as follows;
I can't love because my heart is empty; it's hollow.
I am writing the greatest American horror story ever written;
A tale of heartache, blood, spells and witches.
I fear, in what I'm chewing, too much I have bitten;
Surrounding myself with soulless bitches.
A tragedy that puts King Lear to shame;
A poetic exploration of absolute pain.
This American horror story may scare you to death;
If, that is, as you read it, you have a life left.
Be aware of what I am capable of;
I've forgotten how to love.
Be aware that I am not enough;
To be worthy of your love.
I wish I could love you in the same way I love to lie;
But, in brutal honesty, I'm just not that kind of guy.
So, I'm sorry, but I have to say this: "I hate you";
And, in saying that, my mirror splits in two.