Pointless...

[frozenimage]

You all hide behind your screens...
never knowing what happiness means...

So trivial you all are...
hiding behind so many faces from afar...

Lonely and lost seeking sanctuary in the unknown...
whilst feelings of dispair in your hearts have grown...

It's really too much for u to bare, rejection...
nervousness still impedes u from projection...

Of your true grotesgue intention...
which i wouldn't care to menchion...

We are here out of selfishness, looking for another
because of the missing peices we feel will be delivered by a lover...

You no longer are people...your faces are lies
You've become like me rotting corpses covered in flies

Stuck behind that screen mechanical, and just as cold
not realizing u have become much too old...

Your eyes are burning yet still u read this screen
i offer none of u hope to stop your raging scream...

Your traped here forever and alone, gone
whislt feelings of happines will never spawn

so dull so with out expressions and thoughtless
you're all so much like me, all pointless...

[tigerblack]

sounds like the internet *claps* i like this one...your talented

My cat tells me to burn things...

[frozenimage]

well thank u i suppose, but i don't think im very talented. I don't consider myself an artist, i unfortanatly dispise that word, i'd like to call myself an illistrator, as my ideas are only questionable, and in my opinion deserve no aclaim even in the form of a raised eye brow, anyways here is another poem...

Infesto Manifesto...


Every time i wake,
I find my life is at stake,

but only a loose stitch to be snipped,
from the grasp of lovers I am ripped,

oh how much i hated you all,
descent into maddness is where i shall fall,

so lost in a sea of vomit and isolation,
I entertain dark thoughts in fixation,

of what im becoming inside and out,
to the thinking of self desolution i am devout,

hurting beyond comprehension of pain,
few seeing what i have yet to gain,

to become without feeling and numb just like God,
all empty inside like a rotting seed pod,

of corruption brilliant just like stars now dead,
on all your corpses i shall be very well fed,

watching all your pale bodies begin to frail,
seeing you choke and your heart start to fail,

heeding the culling whispers of the Death master's call,
I am in longing to infest you all....

[tigerblack]

understandable i see what you mean...i also dispise the world...and most of the living things here....but i try to not let it destroy my insides completely...sadly i gone through many harsh relationships...and many upsetting break ups...my love breaking up with me...and disappearing off the face of the earth...and knowing her...and a possible suicide she has commited...one of the reasons...i see things in such a harsh matter at times...but enough about my problems...your very expressive in your views which impresses me...

My cat tells me to burn things...

[frozenimage]

Painful truth...

i search the depths of so many eyes,
only disecting from them bitter lies.
Exposed to their truth my frail heart writhes,
in pain in agony till i can dispise,
anyone and everyone, my hates taken rise.

Covered all over in blood and gore,
im tearing u apart to uncover if u are a whore.
cutting and cutting till i am inside your core,
discovering no heart n finding only a sore,
i toss u aside in your coffin and i close the door.

[frozenimage]

art-offical

Offically no art is real...dead, cold, and has turned to steel...

sqaure edges, all refrained...our creativity forever lost or restrained...

because everthing has been tried before...nothing new to see or hear anymore...

it all is conformed in a common bound...true thought now will never be found...

we copy finished images a thousand times...a repetative noise from rusty wind chimes...

it's folly, forget it, all u think...no matter how hard you try you'll never be unique...

art has been ravaged and now it's dead...and the "artist" who wrote this needs to put a bullet through his head...