The road to Hell
(quickly traveled but never returned upon)
I scream from my heart, I cry from my brain.
But all I am doing is going insane.
I reach out and grab, not that I know what it is.
The pain scars my soul, none the less I still live.
Blood drains from my heart, it slowly turns white.
I look to the future, my only thought fright.
I kill those who dare draw close to me.
I destroy them in envy of their sanity.
Another one falls, I quickly eat of his pain.
Then I rip at his neck, letting blood rush from the vain.
White hot fire then burns quickly in air.
It burns only me, for I've taken more than my share.
I rush down this road killing all that I see.
For in hell's fiery clutches I'm assured pure ecstasy.
How black is my heart, how black could it be?
I don't even care, I want to kill people that I'll never see.
My back arches in pleasure, my legs quiver in glee.
Though it was trapped in my manhood, my semen squirts free.
Never a chance to finish it's job, which is to create.
Both the miracle of birth and the joy of life I do desecrate.
I loved as my last love one who has died.
I sat, mourned her loss, then I cried.
My heart lies with the dead, my anger with the living.
Some I go on killing, but to others I go on giving.
I walked the lonely black road, seen the end of the earth.
Why the hell would I want to give another life birth.
11/13/92
fulgin