Brainnight

Dirty rain is falling inside my head. A night has devoured day. The veil before my eyes is despise and rage. What else but vomit should spurt from my mouth into the smiling faces of this shit world? If every new night sees the birth of new tumors this is my brainnight. Bright thoughts on all this concrete which sucks and spurts me have been buried in my brain. Can't love here anything
I'm fed up by this pile of shit called mankind. Disgust is the worm eating in my head, haterd is my shouting brain. And this! This is my brainnight. Noone ever asked me when the cunt spat me out into this cheating game. I've had my fair share of it. I've learned that hatred and despise serve the powers to keep my mind from castration. With both eyes open show what there is to love! Foolness? Blindness? I can only look through these eyes. The rich realities are too ridiculous while in the wings the grimmace of madness and death laughs and judges. If perverse swines create cruel death. If overfed heads justify all that must be changed. If hilarious victories are celebrated on the killing fields of kid's corpses. Then this is my brainnight. I'm just the result of creating whores and I won't suppress no feeling. I love my brainnight!