I can see my fist beating your face
The Adrenaline and Hate race through my blood
I fear I would not stop at that
Taking a life would be appropriate for the occasion
Such Hatred can only be brought by you.
why do you taunt me with your existence?
If you could feel the pain
that you give me
you to would want yourself dead.
not that you don’t act as if you where
Stop trying to mold yourself into me
use your mind to create yourself
you parasite
you grow of the strong
to make yourself weaker
unattached from the cover and fly free
away from the boundaries of the others
With your potential wasted
you have nothing we need
now I cannot stop myself from molesting you.
as I see you fall on the ground bloody and bruised
I notice that I am the one with the Blood on my face
and the dirt on my hands
these emotions have created a beast out of me
and it has modeled to the shape of you.
Copyright 2004 Angel With The Scabbed Wings
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