There are days...
YES!
Those days, when my insides begin to scream.
Only because my boiling blood has reached its peak
my skin begins to blister
a rage I cannot keep has risen to the surface only to spill to seap
through the stitches that once held my scars together
keeping me in tact like a badly sewn doll.
My pureness has withered
my tongue is of a snakes
whispering words of darkness just to see you shake.
I swear my heart is gold
Although it's barely shining
It's all because of you
YES!
You who ripped out your wicked tongue and gave it to me
Filled me with anger scorching my skin with your flames
Repressing a burning,screaming,tempting hell that you knew I couldn't tame
And even if you were to apologize for all those hurtful years
I'd put on a devilish sickening grin and state that it was too late
Now look in my eyes
my past is alive.
Do you like the things you create?
