the angers rippling through my veins
finding it hard to pull on the reins
that will stop my surge that craves your blood
the hunger for pain as dirty as mud
i want to see that look in your eyes
not the tender look i now despise
a look of horror of hurt and pain
that once i beared each time it rained
this low call thumping through my self
mimics the sound my heart entails
and shows im lost no use for help
this body is limp and dead entrails
the inner stength i craved before
now surging my blood with an almighty roar
i want to test it see its power
like the petals i ripped off of a flower
crave your blood
crave your pain
see the horror
drive you insane
like it once was
for me to live
with out your hand
you used to give
Sunday, 1 February 2009
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