My blood is boiling and my chest is heaving
I'm sweating from the strain and I forget to keep breathing
As I hold my hands to your neck, willing it to be crushed
Under the very weight and strength of my own body, with any luck
I'm driven by madness, by the pure and innocent rage
The life is gone from your face, it is now withered and aged
Feeling nothing anymore, I've crossed over
Whole heartedly committing to this murder
I'm laughing wildly, with every look of fear I grow stronger
Wondering how I can torment you any longer
Well I've been pushed, sat on the edge for so very long, I cracked
I'm broken and no road will ever lead me back
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Ethereal Abyss
PoesíaPoetry for me began as a much needed escape from the reality of this world. The same endless routines, faceless people day after day. A slow steady evolution began in my solitude as my work started changing from the torturing monotonous cries of esc...
