Two halves make a monster

God left my legs at the starting line so I’d have to crawl through life, mud stained and without time to reach the knife

-I’d stab him in the back if he hadn’t already mutilated mine-

Ive seen so much horror I should be blind, felt so much pain i should be numb, breathed so little life

-I am done-

half lives mean nothing to me, throw me into the sea of creation, cook me another story or end me in a wave of glory, I will no longer be the culmination of disease, put the bullet in the chamber and end it please,

I wont beg for a repreve but don’t expect mercy when you find me, follow the trail of blood, your blood, look upon your daughters, your sons, look upon your failures and run

while you have legs because you won’t when I come


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