Apathy

O seductive apathy,
I bear no hatred towards thee
Empty my soul of wasteful things
Cheer and grief, now my silence rings
Close tight my lips, make not a sound
Til safely sewn in the ground
No longer do I don that crown
Nor the sceptor, nor the gown
I know no love, I know no strife
Fear not voices, nor the knife
Sweet words that sting will words remain
The sharpened blade no more my bane
Protect my name, I trust of thee
O sweet, seductive apathy

You've got a death grip on yesterday
Maybe thats why you fell today
And why you feel everything you say
Is gonna gain a new enemy
You see nothing could have prepared me
For the spreading hypocracy
And the legions of democracy
That cover this world bitterly

You've failed in your analytical nightmare
Now its time someone ripped your sorry ass from there
Everyone is too blind and too stupid to care
What kind of stupid shit you spit in the air
So why don't you come down and give me your rotten heart
So that I can eat it and or rip it apart
I am unleashing this horrible heathen of mine
And granting the world to this evil and demonic mind

No more will I grovel on my knees to you swill
You who dance and breed and believe in this filth
You are your own little infected cesspool of hate
And it seems that there is nothing that could ever satiate
Your cruel hunger for the innocent sacrifice of rights
It has made my mind and heart as cold as the ice
That rules eternal in the darker pits of this cruel hell
And makes my anger and hate rage and fuckin swell

The devil himself fears everything that I am
He couldn't even begin to become anything of what I am
So before you go talking your shit and gatherin with your little fam
Think about the torture I could inflict upon your sorry ass
Because these simple words that I am now telling to you could save your little ass

I am a psychopathic serial killer reaper
I deal in death and destruction and it goes alot deeper
I am a demon of hate and a wicked soul keeper
I can bring the world to chaos and make your mortal force weaker
You see, I have taken many strong men and made them into little weepers
So don't test me, and I won't have to bring about the creepers
Don't mock me and I won't call forth the demonic sleepers

O father time, he gave me a rhyme,
that vision of my greatfather; sublime.
He came and he went, I knew him little,
but as his time past, he gave me this riddle:
'I love you much, and my time was short,
but your mum needs you now for your support.
I know you will cry, and fate tells me so,
you'll grow and be happy, and the world you will sew.
Your mother and the world needs you now,
don't dry up your heart or furrow your brow.
I love you dearly, but now I must go,
Tell your mum that I love her so.'
He disappeared then, with a hug and a kiss;
and I know that my greatfather I'll miss.
I love you, grandpa.

RIP: George L. Matthews, August 26, 1945 - December 1, 2009