Entry #5,391
Thereโs no light on
the horizon, friend.
Those bastards saw
right through me...
Then turn to ask why
Iโm so fucking divided.
Theyโll mull it over,
Iโll put myself back together.
I always do.
Itโs fucked the way they
treat their muses.
I tried telling them
Iโm not amused.
They didnโt get it.
They never do.
Such humor is wasted upon them. Laughing is my only friend.
Theyโll ink their propaganda
with the foul tar I have for blood -
only saying what Iโve held
inside all along- all alone.
Obey.
They write a message
and the masses will eat
from their palms as they
guide them to the pit.
Like the good little obedient
dogs theyโve become.
I wish things could be
different and that one
day I could go home.
I know that home
is no more - torn apart
by those wretched things
that Iโve created.
I canโt wait to watch that
shit they call a sky
shatter when they
realizeโฆ
that blood isnโt mine.