callxmexmorbid

i have heard you like dark and evil things, is this poem dark enough

It is called destoryed

wastelands of pop culture and disease ridden dressed up dolls,
haunted by the past regressions and poisoned by dead humor,
wake me up from this nightmare and slowly kill the pain the is hidden from me,
fuck this world and slowly choke the beauty out of it,
my shadow peers through my soul and slowly devours my faults,
beauty is hidden in the depths of hell, burning slowly and making pained screams,
she calls my name but it falls on deaf ears,so much screaming, so much,
sorry is the word i hear the most,it loses it's meaning and becomes a dead,still heart,
fire burns around me but i do not scream or show pain, my nerves are dead,
souless pictures fall to the ground ,battered and broken with tears,
family gives blank stares and cry blood that stain their black hearts,
angried voices in my head, screaming quiet and puts their fingers to there blood stain lips,
tessa bolts cry out but electricity is dead and buried in the sands of corrupted blood,
metal stabs the hitman and the blood spills into the sewer grate and flows into the mouth of the depressor,
nudity is what hides me in my blood soaked hole, the invisible hand of love touches me and my heart bleeds,
sickness is what i crave yet i have rejected it all,
skeletons call from the heavens but my death filled body can't hear them,
beauty is only skin deep, but i have to carve and carve to find a hint of those words,
rabbits laugh at my faults and gnaw on my guilt, i am destoryed

i hope you like it and be well on tour take care

what a hoot ...ha got ne of the tattoo done yet?