It’s that moment of dread,
where everything gets intense,
where I only see red.
Where I only see red.
The anger comes bursting out,
like an animal on the prowl,
It’s digging it’s teeth in now.
It’s that moment of doubt,
where these vicious thoughts of mine,
are closing in on my mind.
Everything goes red.
These vultures are picking off what’s left.
I remember every bad thing that was said.
God sometimes I wish I was dead.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 9:00 AM UTC
It’s that moment of dread,
where everything gets intense,
where I only see red.
Where I only see red.
The anger comes bursting out,
like an animal on the prowl,
It’s digging it’s teeth in now.
It’s that moment of doubt,
where these vicious thoughts of mine,
are closing in on my mind.
Everything goes red.
These vultures are picking off what’s left.
I remember every bad thing that was said.
God sometimes I wish I was dead.
