Every chance that I get I'm turning cruel.
I'm turning vengeful, violent and evil.
I'm an evil that yearns for your life.
Your freedom.
I'm a cyclone trapped in a flimsy box wrapped up in chains.
I want what you have;
What you can give me.
I envy the solid ground you walk on
While I'm stuck to walk through drowned soil.I'm turning and I can't stop it.
Acid fuels my stomach to spew from my mouth.
My world sways my brain atop an uneven board.
And I'm spinning and slinging myself to grab a rope above my head.
I'm stuck with water above me threatening to drown me.
Only I deserve it.
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