thisismyringtone

Hate me, despise me, But know that you will never be rid of me. I am the wretched beast inside your heart. I am the very weight of your insecurity. I am the feeling of dread that binds you, Slithering through shaking veins. To me you are but a simple host, And while you suffer, I will grow. Feeding off the pain that tears you apart. I'll put into words and call it art.

What faith you have in this foetid world! With its fat fingers wrapped gleefully around your neck. The smile of demons caresses your soul. As the knife of betrayal plunges into your back. Still you smile, with your head so heavy. You drag yourself up upon aching feet. Vainly hoping you might still survive; I'll be waiting until you accept your defeat...

This pain I feel inside, It comes from no wounds. This pain I feel I've died, Don't leave me in this room... I am surrounded by the walls- And my cage grows tighter. I pick up cigarettes and crawl, As I search for my lighter. Holding flames that I cup, In these hands so bitter. I take that first of puffs; With a swill of liquor. I have sunk to the bottom. I'm dreaming of the moment I- Will break the surface and see the sun. But sadly I am done... So let's go play with the gun! Click-click, click-click And load, just pull the trigger! Click-click, click-click, And load, let the gun smoke linger! - Word of Chen, 13th May 2014

You know I think that it is time for you to go... Yeah boy better know, I'm an ancient poet, With a modern rap flow, so- I think it's better that you learn to let it go... Ain't no third-rate writer; I won't let a poser hold a candle to my lighter, because- My name is Chen, I'm the Dragon of the East. My reputation now makes me out to be a beast. But you'll find that I'm probably a really nice guy, Just before I take a fork out, stabbing your eye. I can't help it, I'm just a little insane. Mom blames it all on my video games. But it wasn't the screen that left me craving for blood, It was the twisted little bitches in this world of mud. S

I hear you bring up the rookies; The grade-A talent! They're whooping my ass like it's a beauty pageant. Their words are so sharp, I feel it's armageddon. But they have missed out on one crucial lesson... You see I get dirty when I'm bringing the storm, Like tell me if this rag smells of chloroform? And while you're knocked out, I will be dropping an essay, On what you need to learn, if you want to be 'mainstay'! Or maybe you'll remain another one-trick pony; With every verse sounding like a two-bit phony. You won't impress me and it's no use hiding. I'm known to be like Jack Nicholson from the Shining! So here comes Johnny! An axe for you

You sit silently, painfully pondering, torn. Wondering if your nightmares will stop. You shake as you start awake, Twisting beneath the covers, eyes flickering. Panic seizes your heart, bile rising. You hold it back, barely; panting. You watch quietly as shadows dance. Glad for your freedom from dreams. You turn on your side, sighing, Believing that your torment is over... But that is when you realize, As the ceiling sprouts blooded eyes And as the walls crumble. That Your terror has only just begun... So run little rabbit, run away. Or it won't be fun, this game we play... -Siddhartha Chen, 29th May 2014

Twinkle twinkle, little star! How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high. Like a demon in the sky. The night is burning like my head, The voices whispering in my bed. The stars around me are singing now, To butcher the town and to fill my vow. So here I walk into the night. Snuffing candles, snuffing light, Above their beds I'm creeping now. Bleeding pigs to fill my vow. Twinkle twinkle, little star! Death is all I know you are. A mist above the world so high, Red as the glow of a demon's eye!

My brain is sick. It only thinks of twisted things. Like how we burn our eyes out, And we rip our wings. And then we sit in the dark, Staring blankly at each other. Our eye-sockets bleeding, On a wounded brother. Then we kneel down, Praying to the sun. Hoping things get brighter; But we don't know what we've done! We take our tongues out, We scar them with razors. Spitting every blade Across other people's faces. And if you start feeling, My words are getting dark; I'm just painting pictures But you are making them stark! And now you feel dead; Surreal in your mind. So listen to this preacher, From the land of the blind.

But I am getting quite sick of your attitude. And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion. I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission... ----- For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow. And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low. But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away. I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play... ...So tell me, do you fear me now? -Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013

The Righteous Are Liars: I find it funny, at times, In this reality, of mine. When the heroes fall and demons rise. In the fight for freedom, filled with lies. But such is the nature of the templar divine. With righteous chains, they'll keep us in line. Afraid to face the true demon he fears. He'll punishes the public, for their rightful jeers. And thus ends the "hero's" tale... -Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2013