A poem for those who might wonder what their darkest emotions might voice, given a chance. |
To those of you that see me here and call me meek/weak, complacent and kind; I think that I'm about to lose my fucking mind... You haven't got a g-d damned clue as to what I can or cannot do Still, you claim that I'm not versatile, that I possess no skill nor guile... I'd much rather lose all control, just let it go, and rid my id of its ego... release the monster from its cage with his/my eyes blazing red and full of rage watching while the world burns from backstage, and as he emerges from beneath the skin a feeding frenzy shall begin... And even though none can see this beast, to flee, willingly I've set him free for He/I shall embark upon an awakening of savage glee... Indulging every fantasy, as we make you scream, in anticipation/fear/and ecstasy... You think I'm bluffing!? You think you're tough? Those little sounds and grunts you'll make, won't be enough for me to fake amusement at your plight, if you choose to start a fight this time. I'll break your spine, take what I want, and make it mine... I'll take you down, and grind your face into the ground. |