Anger fills my every pore
As I grip the knife ever so firm
Evil grins
Filled with sins
I lust for power
I need it now
Whatever stands in-between
Is going down
I lick the blood from the blade
Dreamy scents
Signal my decent
With the laughter of a madman
I thrust it in the sand
If only I had the will
If only I had killed
I would chop out this part of me
This thing I hate so much
Take the fury and throw it away
Laugh and walk away
Back to everything I threw astray














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