Weekend poetry

Pitch blackness,

Laying in the utter ecstasy of darkness,

Hidden in the shadows,
Of the dark angel of Death,
Blinded by the look in her eyes,
keeping me from the Light of the world,
i close my eyes ,
and what do i see,
nothing,

But the temptational Stare of the angel of death,
Waiting for me to give up,
waiteing for me to give her the Consent to harvest my soul,
Waiting for me to take the final plunge,
and let my blood flow,

But guess what bitch my blood flows ,
like a surgeing River of Hatered,
Consoumeing the visions,
Of your Deathly Gaze,
Tearing through Your Astral Flesh,
With The Intensity of a Whirlwind,
Rendering You Shapeless,
Rendering You Nameless,
Eraseing you From Existance,

For I am the One who Breathed Your Life,
Gave You Shape,
Gave You Figure,
And the Wings of An Angel,
I brought You up From the Depths,
And Raised You Up,
Unto The Highest Pedistul,
Of the Inner Sanctum Of my soul,
I Granted Your Every Wish,
Untill Now,

You Have Overweighed the balance,
and soon Your world will Collapse,
Falling away from the Grand Towers of the inner Santum,
and plungeing back in the the ebon abbyse,
From where i stole the Energy Needed to Create You,
Your memory will remain,
Here umong the Stars,
But to every one you never were and never will be

Grabbed from my old blog, its about something and someone from a part of my life i refuse to be associated with anymore hahaha . Haven't been writing anything new lately. need inspiration. need a drink :D

Being depressed isnt that bad...u get to think of alot of stuff..creativity increases..you eat less n lose abit of weight..no need to wear mascara or eyeliner cos ur eyes will definately get black from lack of sleep. then you come to the point where you realize that youre not the loser, but everyone around you is...the ego creeps in, the anger creeps in. you feel like God for a while..you feel great.

but then its over. and youre depressed again. the world is an oxymoron.