The crucifying pain I carry in my head.
\nI’d smash it against stone walls until I drop down dead.
\nThe pulsating murder of horror in my brain.
\nIf only it would drown; deep in never ending rain.<\/p>\n
I cannot walk. I cannot see.
\nHumanity’s hatred rules do not dare blame me.
\nI cannot hear. I cannot pee.
\nI’m fit to burst with rage; unforgivingly.<\/p>\n
I want to die.
\nI can’t continue.
\nMy mind has gone.
\nMy rotting organs, a congregated retinue.<\/p>\n
Let me go. I cannot wait.
\nMy hatred burns all my mates.
\nI ruin everything. Don’t let me go.
\nI need you more than you know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The crucifying pain I carry in my head. I’d smash it against stone walls until I drop down dead. The pulsating murder of horror in my brain. If only it would drown; deep in never ending rain. I cannot walk. I cannot see. Humanity’s hatred rules do not dare blame me. I cannot hear. I … Continue reading Christ’s Emotional Instability<\/span>