You've always been there,
in the background, pulling strings

What are you though?
Rage engulfs my soul and pulls.
       Cut me open, fill me with strings
       and you play the sticks.
Perhaps your jealousy or vanity.
No your just lies.

Your ugly, white faced, red eyes,
full of hate, darkness, and the blood of your pasts.

I've known you to be me when really thats not who I really am
I'm tired of feeling ******* crazy.
Did I create you, or just invite you?
Rip me open, see these veins pulse.

Heart pulsing in your darkness of palms.
Smile, see pain and fear;
squeeze the darkness till my heart is a million ashes.

Wind covers my hair,
yet I still dont feel the pain.
I was created to be hallow.

Was that why I was created?
Fights and false love,
omens of someone else.

Perhaps your the perfect combination of two ****** up families.
Pain and Sorrow know everything.

Beat down your walls for once,
quivering, on fire.
"Now what?" you ask,
blood rushing and fear stirring.

"My turn."