Hackers are stupid. Virus-weavers are stupider. >:E
the world is against me
i found a hole in my heart today
ripped from my very soul by another
this assailant has no face, no name to me
yet forever his deeds are burned into me
for months i toiled to perfect my dreams
for months i remained in the comfort of the dark
for months i poured out my visions
but now those memories are dead
this weaver of destruction
had nothing better to do
than to ruin the life
of some pitiful otaku girl in texas
impersonated another familiar to me
then stabbed me in the back
and tore the hole in my heart
that now runs over
with bitter blood
why could he not have just taken my whole heart?
why could he not have taken in the virus himself?
why could he not have been found?
he had no life, that much is sure
he wouldn't have exercised his sadist desires
and wouldn't have been drawn
to destroy mine
i sit here now in total shock
anger washes out of me
replaced by a neverending flow of tears
cold, colourless tears
with naught a thought of their own
all they carry
is the anguish pouring from
my unmendable heart
there is nothing more for me
no more purpose in my existence
who cares if i even complete the vision?
the heart of my heart is gone
i'd scream out, but what's the use?
i'd cry some more
but there would be no point
no one that could ever possibly console me would hear me
i want this weaver of destruction
to pay for what he's done
to feel what i've felt
to know what agony he's wrought
i want him to be sliced slowly from the edges in
i want him to bleed slowly
i want him to feel the blade lodged just above his heart
i want the blade to hover hairs from cutting his heart open
i want him to die
i want him to die
i can't be fixed
he broke me
now he must be broken
break him! shatter him!
burn in your victims' pain!
writhe! writhe in the path of destruction you've beaten
your hand lies feet from your arm!
die! die the death your victims have felt
know the soul-snuff you wield!
die by your own fucking poison!