something sharp is what I seek.
Craving my poisoness, blood to shed,
just wanting and yearning to be dead.
Nothing I do ever goes right,
everything good just flows out of sight.
Beads of sweat pour down my brow,
clenching fists demanding it now.
Demanding the so deserved pain,
spun out and gone insane.
Summoned to me the demons beyond,
washed and bathed in the blood filled pond.
An evil kiss from blood to palm,
causes all but reapers to calm.
a deap-hearted bite through flesh and bone,
releasing a scream to let it be known.
The hatred I carried on,
and the smiles that are dead and gone,
haunted my from day to day,
with but one solution one way.