Bleeding Love

I am Kevin. (aka Mr. Delicious, quarter whore of the whoresome foursome)
Thee Whoresome Fourseome
Please aim me: Handsofmurderers
I really am 20 even though I'm told I look 15.
I'm a kid at heart.
Religion is dead.
Jesus is the only hope I really have.
This world is nothing without love.
I love people with a passion.
I will listen when no one else will.
My heart breaks when someone elses does.
I hate hurting people.
A lot of "Christians" are a shame to the name of Christianity and all it stands for, myself included.
I do not claim to be a Christian for that very reason.
I am imperfect.
I am flawed.
If I was perfect, I wouldn't need God.
I am a writer.
I pour my heart and soul into every word I write.
Here is some of my writing
The Inhumane Function of My Human Condition
our will is broken by the hearts of innocence you raped
by the hands of this bodily image that you have shaped
you've created a masterpiece, a beautiful monster incarnate
an intricate design birthed into failure and formed by hate
i'm starting to become wretched and uninvolved
inhumane functions of the human condition
where the problems are starving to be unresolved
and my heart is breaking to break tradition
these wounds are deeper than your hollow eyes
prince of darkness, tempter, father of the flies
but my soul will mend what you have severed
through the pain of this life that I have endeavored
the sky will fall to it's own dismay
the moon will drown it's sorrow in red
all that's beautiful will die in a beautiful way
but it will still be laid to rest among the dead.
-Kevin Fitz
Healing Hands Have Departed
god died
we all watched him fall from the sky
in flames
landing in the grave we dug for him
legions followed after
lighting our paths in the dead of night
heaven is weeping and swallowing itself whole
we have no life to speak of and the departing of a soul
oh, god, the demise of mankind
falling to our knees
questioning what it is we have done
when forsaking god's one and only son
our wounds need healing, but healing hands have departed
leaving this world in peril and no hope for the broken hearted
god has passed
we felt his presence die along with him
the clouds now crying
our world left dying
oh, god, the demise of mankind.
The Tastelessness of Betrayal and The Ruined Wreckage of Autumns Sweet Lullabies
Singing Me Softly To The Pits Of Despair and
The Secrets They Keep Within Their Deceitful Hearts of Agony
the hands of despair have taken their toll within the ruined walls of my hollow chest
with a heart and smile that only mimics and mocks my every last breath
and veins to fuel a dismal display of thousand pieces of a broken promise in rest
buried in hope that the grave cannot contain despair even despite it's death
i know the truth cannot be taken from the hearts of the godless
and I fear i may be one in the hollows of hell that have only lived to die
with the heart of a wretch still begging for your forgiveness
which only leaves the burning question in my heart of hearts as to why
my thoughts have led me to this ruined chapel of ignorance again
but in the midst of the chaotic refuge of lies I clung to there
i know the hope that plagues my every bone out lives the end
and that the grave cannot contain death despite despair.
Opened Casket Mouth
I'll talk in circles and you keep that open casket you call your mouth closed
for these are my thoughts upon the grave circumstances you've exposed
if not for you I feel I would be reading my own eulogy today or the day after
but thanks to your helping hand this ending will be filled with dancing and laughter
dancing upon my grave and laughter at the blank stare upon my pale, white face
when the real humor is tossed upon my coffin like the rose you tossed upon in disgrace
I'll never forgive myself for the way I watched you die
With a smirk on my face and one blinded eye
One open to see the truth, one closed to deny
do you believe dreams have their imperfections as well as I do
because reality has failed me more times than I care to explain
so i feel these morbid dreams are all i have left to cling to
because everything else in this world has just brought me pain
I'll talk in circles and you stop putting words in my mouth unless you want a fist in yours.
-Kevin Fitz.
Actions Speak Louder Than Words, Maybe That's Why You Can't Hear Us Crying Out
Caught in your stare, like staring down the barrel of a gun
Pretend you were there and that this is over and done
Movement for the feeling impaired
Compassion for those who never cared
Forever our arms fall onward to the sound of murderers
Forever our hearts break wayward at the hands of murderers
Send your regrets with a letter of discontent
We'll make a massacre of the words you sent
Bleeding for the bloodless
Reason for the hopeless
Forever our eyes hold to the truth of our murderers
Forever our words collapse under the weight of our murderers
Our bodies, lifeless and fighting the impending tide
Our motions, like our words, holding no meaning, are dead inside.
-Kevin Fitz.
I fiddle on the guitar a little as well.
Music is my passion, I love it to death.
I am a fan of all types of music.
My dream guitar
Much love. ♥