Yelling at the top of these lungs.
Rage at high speeds, just as a sword angrily plunged.
If you want a piece of me, come and get it, I’m right here, you can see.
If you want, I’ll make it easy, I’ll step on your toes, then spit in your face.
I’ll even let you choose the battle grounds tonight.
In my mind, it never ends.
The thought of killing you.
Going beyond the boundary,
opening up to all my homicidal sins.
Ripped, torn, maimed, stained,
red is your color, and blue is your facial distortion.
Suffocating as you breath in blood.
How does it feel, to have thick steel in your torso?
Do you feel like you must let go?
Time to do this while your still barely alive,
tear out your guts.
Slow painful death, for you,
that's what I dream.
Blood and internal components everywhere.
I see it clear.
What’s left in your eyes they ask.
Simple answer.
FEAR! |
