All this rage
It makes me feel locked up in a cage
I don't know how it appeared
But it happened and is what I feared
I can't control myself
My words don't seem to be mine
I feel this need to commit a crime
People with offers I can't decline
I pay the fine
Not with money
But with a piece of me
I make myself pay
Every single day
I want my enemies to decay in the dirt
Want to tear of their shirt
They will be hurt
Promises and lies
On which everyone relies
Devote myself to this type
I trust, I mistrust and see no light
I won't give up
Without a fight
I am suspicious
That is what makes me vicious
Evil is what haunts my soul
My life has no goal
Words can be stunning
can be be used in ways that are cunning
I keep on running
For my mistake
This whole world is fake
Wish I never went astray
Followed the wrong way..
Wish I could undo that day
But here I am
Still nothing of this has happened
But in prospect
This could happen
But with my friends
The trust
The hope
And everything else I have
I won't fall into evil ways
That is stated now
Right here on this place
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