You fired the bullets of your fear
Not afraid who would endure the capsule
I was struck
Skin splitting
Staggering pain~
Never vanquished
I could hear the screams of all the land
As I stood harmed and enduring agony
Pulling through
Pushing through
The crowds of petrified faces
You coward away
Fear is hate, honey
And you just struck the wrong soul
You wanted a monster
So I became
The worst
Of them all.
YOU ARE READING
The Dynamic of self destruction
PoesíaI don't know. Just trying to put my thoughts on paper before I lose myself again.
