Dark Psychology

SLEG

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

SLEG

I am sleg, shut the door on your face and put the key in the keyhole to deny you access, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Stand in your way to hinder progress, bin your papers so you don’t process, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Heart black as sin, kwaal nothing you have seen, the examiner with a red pen failing students with zeal. Will void and temper your seal, just to see you beg and kneel, then deny you access because you pathetic and weak, closing powers like nothing you have seen. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Kwaal on another level, turn my back cause your not on my level. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Everything here is mine, mine, mine and you ain’t getting anything. The perimeter is mine, mine, mine, you ain’t getting in. Keep you out even in your dreams, will never ride with me even if you had cool rims. Jealousy and envy off the charts, deny you access even with the right paperwork so you don’t enter these parts. I am sleg, ya, sleg. I enjoy seeing people suffer, see them squirm with pain from my burning sulphur, masochist, I love pain, especially when others suffer. Schadenfreude, a smile on my face thereafter, because I am sleg, ya, sleg. Close the door and reenforce it with steel, confiscate your stuff, they were basically a steal. I am sleg, ya, sleg. Would push you out a moving car on the highway, I don’t care, things must happen my way. I don’t care if your family or friend, things must happen my way, or I cut you off like a useless limb so you don’t get in my way. Cause I am sleg and competition is not my way. I am sleg, ya sleg. I don’t care what you think of me. Will leave you hungry with no food, leave you stranded like you’re no good. Cause, I am sleg, ya, sleg. Closing powers like nothing you have seen before.

KWAAL

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

KWAAL

KWAAL

I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I hate the way you walk, you talk, you dress and your overall demeanor, ke kwaal. Don’t know why I hate you so much but I just do, ke kwaal, you make my skin crawl and my blood boil, ke kwaal. It’s your attitude, your mannerisms, you walk like you rule over everything when you ain’t the boss of shit, kwaal, everybody must kiss your feet, everybody must supply you with sweets, kwaal. I would push you into a moving truck if I could, kwaal, you will never make it in the world, kwaal. I made you and you are nothing without me, kwaal, kwaal, kwaal!

I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal, I will make sure you will never amount to much, kwaal, will start smear campaigns against your name, kwaal, will tarnish your reputation, kwaal, will do everything in my power to make sure that you don’t set a foot here, kwaal. If I could, I would wipe you off the face of this earth with a snap of a finger like Thanos, kwaal. I don’t know what my problem is with you but I hate you so much, Kwaal!

Hi there, I don’t understand your kwaal but I’ll play. I see you a cunt but did you know I am an asshole? Happy to dish out shit for you on a silver platter.

I hate everything about you, ke Kwaal. It’s your energy, it sucks, kwaal. You repel everyone like bad ordour, kwaal, and your intelligence, miniscule like a mustard seed, kwaal. I guess it makes sense, seeing you are a bastard, kwaal! All this kwaal must give your life significance. You sitting atop and everything lower just doesn’t have importance. Maybe you will live forever, let’s put it to the test. Go jump off a bridge, Kwaal! Ain’t nobody got time for your tired ass.

I hate everything about you too, ke Kwaal, I hate the way you walk, you talk, you dress and your overall demeanor, ke kwaal!

Death List Five

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Death List Five

I am not going to apologize for looking out for myself, I am all I’ve got. Ain’t nobody praying for me, ain’t nobody got my best interests at heart. If you strike, I strike, an eye for an eye, that’s the way of the warrior, ain’t nobody gonna do me dirty. If you ganging up make sure it sticks, a coma will only give me time to recover. Pull the plug on the machines. Atrophied muscles will get some activity and come back to life, then it’s death list five time, I am coming for your life. Don’t start wars you can’t finish, cyanide won’t save you from my wrath, I will leave no stone unturned, I will scour the earth for you and I will get my satisfaction. Death list five, if you are on the offense, make sure you get the job done if not I return with a counterattacking maneuver that will take you out, no apologies, no second chances, you’re dead. Coming for everything you love and value too, wipe off your wife and your kids too. Death list five, you’re fucking with the wrong guy, I can be psychopathic too. Revenge flows through my veins. I am petty, spiteful, I hold grudges, I never forgive nor forget and I am coming for your soul. Cause why care for somebody who won’t give you a second look. Why spare somebody who won’t get you off the hook? Why help somebody whose ambition is to get you shook? Death list five, I am death in the flesh, will break your spirit in dash, get you fired and leave you with no cash. Death list five, leave me alone, you don’t want to cross this line, it will get you crucified. I am a cannibal like the King Cobra, I eat my own kind. I will end you. I am not going to apologize for looking out for myself, I am all I’ve got, I will strike. Death list five, I choose violence, let’s beef, let’s fight.

Pain

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Pain

Pain, pain, pain is in my heart. Trying to put myself together but it just rips me apart. Voices in my head telling me to push the button, cause life ain’t worth it I’d rather be chopped mutton. Every day is a struggle to get out of bed, what’s the use? Life happens without me, it frizzles into obscurity and I am left to watch on the sides observing like security. I am a spectator watching on the stands while life rules me like some kind of dictator. I don’t know who I am and lately I can’t stand what the mirror says I am. Alcohol as a form of escapism numbs the pain, it transports me to a world where everything is sane, supplement that with some white lines and the world just feels insane. Rather that than to be with people who are vain. Abiding to some false narrative to hid the shame. This life is like a sick game and every day is the same. I’d rather be boozed and snorted out on powder, the high is more exhilarating than fame. Pain, pain, pain, it fountains my existence. Often times I wish my life was in the past tense, because I don’t want to do this anymore. My life doesn’t make sense anymore, my friends and family are not with me anymore. I can’t take this anymore, living in a Godless universe with each passing day feeling like a curse. I don’t see the colors in the world and can’t appreciate a poetry verse. I feel like a motherless child, a bastard, an orphan, like nobody wants me. Zoned out on narcotics and meaningless sex. Gambling problems extort me more than tax. Pain, pain, pain, fighting a losing battle with myself. The blows are self-inflicted, I love it like a sadist because it makes me feel. I have a void in my heart that’s hard to fill.

Master Manipulator

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Master Manipulator

If you can’t detect a master manipulator you are in a deep pit. Cause the boss is the one who screams out to the whole world that he’s in charge, right? Please. Let’s fight, let’s beef, cause I ain’t gonna take your bullshit, master manipulator, trying to direct my reality like you’re Speilberg. What is this Jurassic Park? You ain’t get the part, not even an extra nor a minor, your efforts to dictate this picture are infantile like a minor, throwing tantrums and causing scenes cause deep down you’re just a minor. Maybe you need a little reminder, on who’s running this show. Lines blurred out cause they were written on the snow? Playing the victim and the emotional blackmail, what am I slow? Guilt tripping and love bombing to enhance the flow. Come on, that’s a no. I see you even when you Ghosting like Casper, I am a Ghost Buster. Gaslighting won’t give you lustre, you could never be my master, cause you a copy-head, copying and pasting your projections on anyone you don’t want to get ahead. Master manipulator, controlling all the cards, using fake moralization to control the nation, then separate your target, that’s called isolation. Master manipulator, let’s beef, let’s fight, I can’t stand your mere sight. Your mannerisms offend me and your chunks are hard to bite. I’d like to spit on your face for mere spite. You’re a liar, you lack empathy and nothing you do is ever right. Master manipulator, serial gaslighter, puppet master like Gepetto, triangulating the situation so you can remain on top, going over the limit and never having the decency to stop, please cut off the strings so I can be a real boy like Pinocchio.