Burn I say. I scream.
As i cast myself aside.
Turning my back on my feelings
And such worthless sense of pride.
My feet shake the earth.
My hands bash bone.
Slaughtering them and all.
Skulls shattered on stone.
The blood paints the walls
The sky and the land.
And i do not stop
This rampage thats at hand...
And when i retire
Myself resting on the pile
Of everyone I knew
For the longest while..
I laugh till I cry
Tears stream from my eyes
Regreting nothing.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
Burn I say. I scream.
As i cast myself aside.
Turning my back on my feelings
And such worthless sense of pride.
My feet shake the earth.
My hands bash bone.
Slaughtering them and all.
Skulls shattered on stone.
The blood paints the walls
The sky and the land.
And i do not stop
This rampage thats at hand...
And when i retire
Myself resting on the pile
Of everyone I knew
For the longest while..
I laugh till I cry
Tears stream from my eyes
Regreting nothing.
Im done...
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