Skeez-Da-Ded-Rat

Disembowed, Decapitated, Everything's, Manipulated. Wretching bile, Recoiling flesh, Soon to be, Pieces left. In a world, Where love is hate, Theft is gain, Pleasure is pain. Where intelligent, Are first to sin. And ignorant, First to win. From whee to whoa, Wow to whew. Where nothing, Everything, Is up to you. In a world so fresh, It stinks from here. So confusing, It's perfectly clear. Where one moves all, And all moves none. This despair of man, Can sure be fun.

Clad in irony, Weilding twist. Taking the land, Converging to mist. Taking a duo, So love can grow. Manifesting, The rightful foe. Imagination, Creativity, New creation: Tools of the trade. The onomatopoeia, Of a silent realm. Master of, The writer's pen.

Post Genocide Robert Brauch Three remained. Clad ruggedly in the old northern military uniforms, black cargo with the badges and flags happily ripped off, the individuals didn't look much different. Neko with her cold, yet innocent pale face and long black hair, Cog with his straggly red hair and baby-fat face, Aix with her model figure and cropped blond hair… Chain noted off others mentally, wondering how they'd be if still breathing. Glancing at a puddle he recoiled at his own reflection. Scar stretching from temple to jaw, dark hair long and unkempt, and weathered eyes hinting more to his age. His platoon has been through a lot. The o

Insomnia steals time. Night after night, Of paranoia. Day after day, Of drifting between, Consciousness and dreams. I sit asleep, Yet unable to sleep, Typing. Pointless text, For pointless people. Trying to relax, The source, Which tortures so, The mind. The drifting thought, Which never settles, Keeping me up. The idea, That I may not, Be pointless.

Overevaluation, Is my frustration. Thinking feign, Within feign, Within feign... It's mental constipation. Tears fall as stones, Hard and useless. Blaring the tones, To scrape out this stress. Music won't fix it, So try companionship, Someone that'll fit, Purify this shit. Instead of slow and easy, It's fast and desperate. Finding, flirting, cheesy... Searching for fate, That one mate. I'll try too hard, Fail more miserably. Just for a shard, Of someone to love me. When all I need, Is to learn, And love, Myself.

-Sinner. That's what I am. I backstabbing bastard, ungrateful to my creater. Laying here in this strange place, I can't remember any of it. Just that I was cast out. Exiled. I can't remeber what for. 'Sinner'... What was the meaning of this word? Black around me. Feathers, my feathers? Weren't they white? I can't remember...- Darkness penetrated his thoughts, seeping through his mind. Dreams took his reality, nightmares. Hints of his memory and ghostes of his past was all his God left for him. -'God'?- He couldn't remember who that was... Voices trailed through his mind. 'Are you mad?!' came a desprate male's voice. Older, a friend maybe.

There's a voice In my head Outside also Always speaking Wanting answers Wanting problems Who I listen to? I don't remember I don't care I'm here Alive Well Or am I? This a dream? No That's crazy... But is there choice? Concience People Do they matter? The voices Should I listen? I have to Or I'm nothing Have to have Something Anything Choice Withoit the voices There's no choice No difference No problems Always problems Even with no direction Always people Always voices Inside Outside Everywhere

Weird Before rest We think Ramble Turn ideas I'll get ideas Plans Insperation But then sleep And I wake Insperation gone Ideas stupid Why... How... Could I? I'm braver Before rest At night In dark I'll think And get ideas Dreams Unreachable Goals maybe Maybe I'll act Someday I'll try I'll snap I'll wake To my dream --- ...Well, I dun think it came out bad... Except the part where I wake to my dream... For some reason living now seems like a dream... A nightmare...

I'm free From hate From love From life I'm clear now Fresh Clean I'm happy It's not bad Just new Unexpected New options open I have never seen What's wrong? I don't feal right This isn't me What now? Wonder Excitement Curiousity Fear For what was What is What will be I'm open And it scares me

Sometimes I don't know Always I don't know I'll have the best day of my life Tears of joy Happieness And then I'll wake Tears of confusion Why would God allow this? The thread of hope For us to realize it's just a dream? Depression is from one's self But so is love So is hate Why can't I be happy? Never can I relax One thing finnaly leaves me Just for another to arise? I know it's needed Without wrong What would right be? But still Why me? I miss my childish mind Invincible Noncaring Everything was provided Happieness Like a dream But I wake now To a nightmare Even as a child Things were hidden Things I know no