Writing What the evils of the world tell me[M]

[ANTIWORLD]

I'm deform to this world order,
that i don't fix in any area that could support human life;
That i am a disease to those with everlasting immunity;
That i was not born but an installment that is just a copy of death;
My appearance for who i am is an allusion;
I'm not balance in my character just an imposter feeding off of others intellect.
*true as the wind that hits my face .....true as all before time*
My ambition is to be just as good as the nothing before me;
like backwash of the most vile demons;
I have not pain nor remorse just anguish that is on the face like a tattoo.
*no pity from humans nor form my soul*
My allies are ammonia in my drinks;
Death is my lover;
Life is my weakness as for it shows in each vocal cord,
no one is safe ,all are prey.........but not me i'm already in the belly of the beast