Red Pressure collecting and condensing
The Rage slowly consuming my eyes
Thoughts of blood and terror streaming through my veins
Bashing skulls, bloody noses, handfulls of hair in my fists
Couple of kicks to their already ugly faces humors me
Their screams excite me, I just can't stop smiling
All four on floor thanks to me and my Louie
The sweet satisfaction of gore and horror
It dosn't end here either...hah
This massacre of beaten bitches will haunt their sleep
I will be the devil of their nightmares
The darkest angel of revenge
They wake up beds wet tasting the scent of their urine
Pansy little girls shouldnt play in my world
Although amusing with their whore-ish ways
Reasons there are to not touch the flame
The flame that is MY life and myself
The flame of Rage that taints your soul
The thirsty Rage that longs for blood
Yours to spill onto the floor
Crys for help that places a solid smile on my face
Lucky them they'll never know
At least that's what they think
Someday I know I'll see them on the street
I have no fear of pain or death
It's stupidity if you wish
If I'm out numbered and unarmed
The wraith of Ashley they will not miss
Their teeth will still be broken
Their eyes all black and blue
Some hair will still be missing
Oh I love sweet violence
I just wish I had the chance to make it true...
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Poem / Poetry
Poem / Poetry
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