yeah?
Is my writing too monotonous to you? Well, choke on it! Do you find me cruel and unyielding? Deal with it. I am facing my demon when I face you. I battle with abstractions all day long. They have horns and swords and crosses on their necks. And they hate my writing. They find it stale and overdone. I'm killing my demons when I kill everyone I know.
I unsheath my wrath when I spit out words. They cut through the fog of the unsaid. This is the gift I bear to the world. My killing words. My demon friend. Reach out and touch me, I'll cut you dead.
Do you find me unworthy of your eyes and mind? Well sock it, you're blind and I'll cut up your mind till you pluck it out. Let it flow in the river and into the sun. Float on the stream to the death of us all.
You don't get it, do you? You ARE the demon, the words, and the stream. You're cutting yourself when you look at me.
I unsheath my wrath when I spit out words. They cut through the fog of the unsaid. This is the gift I bear to the world. My killing words. My demon friend. Reach out and touch me, I'll cut you dead.
Do you find me unworthy of your eyes and mind? Well sock it, you're blind and I'll cut up your mind till you pluck it out. Let it flow in the river and into the sun. Float on the stream to the death of us all.
You don't get it, do you? You ARE the demon, the words, and the stream. You're cutting yourself when you look at me.