Just can't seem
To get rid of this bitter, loathsome hate-
That same obsessive rage that they deem
Unworthy of validation and acceptable for debate.
Can't look in their eyes without wanting to scream,
Because I was taught to avoid evil by bending fate.
Isn't there an ounce of guilt you excuses have left to gleam.
Bet you'll miss me when I shut that gate.
Bet you'll miss that little girl who always led our team.
When I'm touched,
It's like a rush
Of adrenaline and pure rage-
So much so, I fear one day
It will force me to misbehave.
What happened to that little girl?
Don't you remember?
She died from your final mental whirl.
... She's been dead since last December.
Gotta find a way to heal before the infection spreads,
Must save my Mother before the men at my door are Feds.
I've already broken her heart.
Because I was a Monster and a Tart.
Whip the men,
Lash the skin
Swear it'll never happen again
Wait quietly until you can acknowledge where you've been.
· Tue Nov 19, 2013 @ 06:47pm · 0 Comments