Bring me to my knees, Just to break once more I’m done playing your game. I’ve got nothing worth playing for If you could only see in my head, One wrong move, You’re ******* dead.
Screams of agony, Wont come from me. I will be broken and bleeding, Not begging for mercy. You think you have won, But I have yet to begin this game.
Just you wait, Until I am on my feet again. You can continue to slash and beat me. But that is not the way to defeat me. Keep yelling. Like it makes a difference.
Nothing you say is getting through to me now. Just you wait, one wrong move, And you will be the one begging for mercy. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Unleash the beast you have awoken in me. I want to hear you say it! Beg me for mercy Break you down *******. Let you see the dark I call my life.
Awoken the dormant beast Taking over like a disease. Drop to the floor! To rise no more. Broken heart, fists of fury. You don’t know what you have awoken in me.
This is one of my more, angry I guess you could say poems. But in order to understand just know that i was picked on and beaten up a lot when i was younger so I guess you could say this is my poetic justice.