Poems from Mutesadist
I could never understand the purpose of my kind. I remember it clearly, the day the stillness took hold. Confused by your voices,...
I am the massacre. A scourge worthy of a mausoleum for all too see. Feels like Ive lived a hundred years and all those years you didn't see...
The torment of a drunken mind...Poisoned by thoughts that keep me up at night.My eternal fight against this relentless hunger, just an...