What’s on your mind?
Are you blind?
Can’t you see that I am hurting
Even though my blood is not spurting?
I am being torn from the inside
Being ripped open wide
Do I seem so secure?
Tell me, Tell me, I implore
Do I look happy and content
Without bitter sentiment?
Have you misjudged my smile?
Have you forgotten my trickery and wile?
Do you doubt the consequences of my anger?
Do you begin to sense the impending danger?
Do you feel it gather around you
Threatening to suffucate–sticky like glue?
Breathe in deep–take me in
My Wrath shall now begin
Around your neck wrap my hands
My fingers making real red bands
Quenching, suffocating, stopping your breath
Nearing, wanting the starting of Death
Die now, Bitch, for hurting me
My Wrath shall end your reverie
Alone I stand now, in my mind’s eye
Watching my Soul suffocate and die.