I've pondered your words.
The ones that danced so elegantly across the page.
Those that held no fear, no regrets.
I should tell you...
The walls you wish to unravel aren't just there for my protection.
They keep in a monster.
Others can testify, I am no angel.
My tongue of silver has rarely been used for good.
And I don't feel any inclination to use it for good in the future.
I've broken my fair share of hearts,
Shattered my fair share of dreams,
And ended more than my fair share of lives.
I was trained to **** and then booted back into the streets.
I was charged with anger and released, deemed useless.
This situation is an example...
Look inside yourself. Analyze your feelings.
And think about what I could do to the world if I really tried.
Love is beneath me at this point,
And companionship fades quickly.
I don't think my walls are coming down anytime soon.
Nor do I think you should try scaling them.
Inside are my dreams,
Which equate to most people's nightmares.