Pittsfield

Observing good people,
converted every day.
this place is,
what i like to call hell.
i have designated it so,
because such is the truth.

a mother,
devours her kin,
in the middle,
of the street,
plain view,
for all to see.
you know it,
you see it,
you ignore it.
watch them die,
at her hands,
watch them die,
in this,
hell.

good kids,
performing actions,
oh so influenced,
by this hell.

watch them all,
they'll die,
before your eyes.
watch them be converted,
watch them fit in,
watch the mother,
eat her children.
watch her,
as the blood,
running down her,
smiling,
dirty,
disgusting mouth.
just walk on by,
pretend it's,
not happening,
or tell yourself,
it's just the bad ones,
she only kills the bad ones,
she'll only take them.
she'll only kill them.
keep lying to yourself.
watch her kill them all,
keep lying to yourself.
watch them suffer,
the pain worse every day,
the more they hate it,
the more she has killed,
the more will die,
keep lying to yourself.

a love everlasting,
a love of this hell,
it's all they've ever known,
they can hate it,
but that doesn't,
change the fact that,
they love it.
without they are nothing.
their lives,
were lived for nothing.
without this hell,
they are nothing,
they die for this hell,
and they know it.

an uncontrollable feeling,
erupting from their bodies,
their very souls need her,
they need to be one of them,
they need to die,
they want to die,
they love the death,
they need the death,
they want her,
to make them bleed.
watch them kill themselves,
keep lying to yourself,
they love her,
they love her,
tell yourself again,
only the bad ones.
they love her.
they want to be one,
of them,
they want to die.
she can't help but kill them,
it's all she can do.
they come to her to die,
not by free will,
not knowingly,
but they do,
not necessarily now,
but soon,
they will want her,
he will want her,
she will want her,
they will want her,
they will want to die.

this hell,
takes prisoners,
prisoners of war.
of a war fought,
half-heartedly.
they know,
they will loose.
this hell always wins,
and they always loose.
this hell will claim them,
will change them.
and they know it,
and they hate it,
and they love it.

one by one,
she will kill them,
every child,
every one,
she will kill them.
one,
by one,
another,
before another,
after another.
gone,
gone,
gone,
further and further,
gone.
she will kill them.
they are dead,
to the world.
but she will give them,
life.
with her,
they have life.
she will kill them.
death and life,
one entity,
one evil,
one righteousness,
she will kill them.
keep lying to yourself.

they will laugh,
and cry,
in this hell.
it will make them,
cry.
it will make them,
happy.
this hell is everything.
they are this hell,
this hell is them.
one without one,
is nothing.

they are,
all the same,
they all do the same,
they all die the same,
they want to die,
it can't be helped,
they can't help it.
they need to die.

a desire,
burned,
into their souls,
simply by,
encountering this hell,
simply because,
they are here.

they need to die.
they want to die.
watch them die.
do nothing.
keep lying to yourself.
only the bad ones.
keep lying to yourself.
they all will die.
they need to die.
they want to die.
she will drink,
their blood.
it will soak,
her dress.
she will kill them.
they want to be killed.
they want to die.
she will destroy them,
the destruction will,
teach them.
she,
will teach them.
she will show them,
the way.
through death.
death,
will teach them,
the way.

carved into their hearts,
stone hearts,
desires not their own,
yet entirely theirs.
they love this hell.

yet you walk on by,
and keep lying to yourself,
it's not really happening.
not to them.
not the good ones.

death is all they need.
death is everything.
death is everything.
this hell is everything.
they need this hell.

not the good ones.
but in pittsfield,
they all will die,
because of her,
because of you.