a death that is coming might just be yours every second you have me wait in line my thoughts are poisonous, set up to fail by you i want to hurt you bad, but with what? a power drill directed into your heart by that fury that i feel, smashing in your skull with a tire iron is my thought thank you, come again, says she with a smile and i want to take a car and drag her awhile complete is the rose, the petals drawing closed automatic power, this that it shows sorry, says the bitch, im going on my lunch break and i just want to say, your hair is fake you stupid whore, you dare show insolence in my wake a swing and a miss, off with your head i tried to take a darkness in the mist, a shadow moving closer as of yet, you call me an indolent poseur i want to rant, to rave, to prove i am depraved but its my anger that i now try to save but i get what i want, and i leave real quick im not advocating violence, but i wanted to beat her with a stick.
Reason for writing:
THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED!!!
Birth sign: Aries
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