I can not shake these feelings
Of this deep and dark despair
This intense desire for evil
Is black magic in the air?

My thoughts are so gruesome
And I could not give a care
Mixed emotions reeling
Come near me, only if you dare

I feel this rush of rage and anger
Feel the blood pulse beneath my hair
False smiles upon my face
When inside I feel a glare.

I should have been born dead
But the doc of life did spare
I’m not supposed to be here
Life just stinks and isn’t fair.

So when next you see me
Take a wide berth and beware.
You could end up regretting
You ventured in my lair.
 

TeAnne © 21 March 1999