| I feel the hate rise in me, I pull the thoughts and cover the body is sand, all of the answers seem to die inside my hand, I'm shaking all over, its called fucking murder. The hate rose up and I just snapped all of that which I thought was healing, just became a nailing to the name. I feel the State change, as the Hate swirls up in me, all the drain of calm, and the knife inside my palm..Goodbye.. You havn't said anything, the Knife was in my hand the blood on the ground, you didn't make a sound, all the things to say, and still to this day I notice you bleed. And I hate for you. As you wait for me. |
