| I see you. I'll kill you. I'd love to see you drown in blood. The bullet puncturing your lungs. Blood flows to the floor, you lie in pain, Iv been dubbed insane. Its alright. Because I will kill all of your thoughts through the night. No after life in line for you, no paradise awaits you after crossing over, just a Hell for your own anti-faith. Without faith, there is no hope, without hope their is no dream, you can argue, but I know what I see. I believe in what I call true. You believe in nothing. I have more than something, its building inside, and growing. I hear you cry out beg for mercy, ask God for something, the one you didn't believe in until you started to die! Plead in agony, manipulated by your own hidden misery. What a pathetic piece of shit you are! WHORE of your own hate for death. Fear arises I smell it all around you, as you now are on the ground, the wounds bleeding through. Pity me? Pity yourself, like you always do. I know its the truth, you can deny it! my will you can try and defy, but deep down inside, you know your utter hate for me is in mind! You see me coming turn, run, and hide, even through the severity you haven't learned. Life is a test, turn it into what you can, do the best possible, for fate is a fucking fire, burning the feet on the edge of the blade, life is a lesson, one that should be learned before you meet the Reaper, he's the keeper of casualties abroad this vast waste land called Earth, people die everyday, I show no remorse for those meeting Heaven, Hell, or what ever you wish to name those Havens of greatness and punishment! But you can go on, in disbelief, its your choice. If you so see fit to ignore my voice! |
