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Living for anger
written by Genocide Reaper12:54 AM 3/4/05Feeding on the hatred building inside.
Keeping these feelings deep, so they can hide.
Its something you'll never see.
My facade so cool and calm.
My composure well kept.
But its the anger, that keeps me alive.
Living on your stupidity.
Your apathy.
Your empathy.
Everything that fuels my rage.
Your idiocy.
Here again, walking by the side show.
There you are, part of the crew.
A clown standing up, a living joke for all to abuse.
Laughter echo's through out.
Depression signals you to have complete doubt.
Lost and alone, you have no where to go.
Inside your shell, you cry and pout.
Coming upon me on the streets, you think you know my name.
Associating with you makes me ashamed.
I don't really know you, you don't know me, you just thought.
I'd take the blame.
For your fucking crime.
I'm feeding again, composure giving in to actions that are insane.
Take the verbal slap to the face.
Don't you wish you were in some other place?
I'm living again, on the anger.
And your foolish plan was the bringer.
Deep inside my soul is the singer.
The singer, of my anger!
Left on the streets where the worlds of style meets.
Inside your heart, the pain is kept.
You thought up the school girl vengeance.
I just brought a real mans violence.
Time to say goodbye.
Its not fun to stick around to watch you cry.
After all is said and done.
I'm heading home.
Going to reflect on my life blood.
That which flows through my body like a brutal biblical flood.
The anger keeping me alive.
That which helps me to survive.
So around my back you did sneak.
That you could steal what I love, what I keep.
Proven wrong again.
Problems arise, as you try to explain.
All I hear is a useless excuse to save your ass.
Time to pay for the crime.
Taste the mace.
I don't care to hear you complain.
Slither away snake.
Because if you stay around any longer, it is your heart I will break.
Its your own sorrow you reap.
Stop trying to pass it off on everyone else within two feet.
But I'd like to thank you, for being food for my anger.
Thank you for feeding the life blood of my wicked manner.
Because its the anger that keeps me alive.
Hating you is a reason to survive!
No matter how hard I strive.
Hating you will keep me alive! |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by XpaperdollX (3-4-2005 - 01:10 AM)
| So full of hatred...If you only new how much I love it lol great peom |
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