a mash up of un posted poems by Aaron Ace Cook

Of all these dreams I've been sold, All the lies I've been told, The more tired I grow How much longer will my soul hold? I've come to realize and know My soul should now be bold Of all the dreams I've been sold And all the lies I've been told, The more cold my heart grows, Sick have I grown of unfaithful hoes and Backstabbing '' bros'' Life is colder you'll know, The older you grow, The harsher the road, More knowledge you'll gain And pain you'll come to know And Inside your soul will break out of control Blood will begin to flow But stronger you'll grow The more you come to know As sorrows of truth unfold.pushing the envelope testing the bounds so-called reality fragile as it sounds contemplating life delicate dreams structured hopes in between the seams ignoring ignorance hateful crimes cruel lost world deadly times one angry bullet screaming insanity count the dead lusting vanity brave in silence question it all just a thought You have death in your veins Blemished in the woven dark Your promise has fallen to the floor From your pores, you seek A truth that now has spoken Etched in the gallop of stolen time In the garden of our discontent The lilies have withered The stigma of scent Falls upon me You are a book of skin You are a book of history Sometimes I thought I could read you When I skipped a page etched too deeply In the echo of your memory I spoke , once too often I spoke, once too late Forsaken, I became Abandoned by your Love. can't sleep at night my soul is tormented by demented and resentful demons, saw a glimpse of Satan in my bathroom last night hell yeah that s*** was scary but then again I went to pondered and worried and wondered if anyone else saw them, you're delirious woke up the next morning yawning Lucifer was right behind me with a horror voice of words something like hunting it was frightening but with daylight I knew I was somewhat safe the demons came to the table and demanded new fresh food so I give him cereal put my Italian shoes on starting my car then I realize there are no demons talking to me or Lucifer behind me or Satan trying to trap me it's all in my head, this is sickening illness called schizophrenia, so that means my daughter for doesn't even exist because I can't even remember your moms first or last kiss or her name at that, these demons orse the delusions of the Devils come in the future trouble, muscles tormented every night make sure to use personalities that I create in my head without even trying sometimes I just want to wake up dead or not wic about all my mind is a tragic terrible place not fun at all these characters personalities running in this rat race make my life a disgrace in a miserable tragedy someone just f****** kill me is the medication that can help me I see people who do exist I talk to people who are not there its at the point where I don't care anymore its at the point where I can't walk into the store without the nervous star, we have a psychological illness life is triple unfair we're natural born warly sandwitches we can possess things provoke them to see him do me a favor and kill me just do it.