A heated, serrated blade
Drives deep beneath my skin
Boiling my blood
Tearing my flesh
Smashing my bones
I stand without feet
While I smash without hands
Demons drive my soul to Hell
Where I bask in their glow of hatred
I drive them away with my smirk
Do not cross me
You know nothing of my potential
Crazed psychopathy is euphemistic
To the destruction of my wrath
Leaving nothing untouched by my flame
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 3:06 AM UTC
A heated, serrated blade
Drives deep beneath my skin
Boiling my blood
Tearing my flesh
Smashing my bones
I stand without feet
While I smash without hands
Demons drive my soul to Hell
Where I bask in their glow of hatred
I drive them away with my smirk
Do not cross me
You know nothing of my potential
Crazed psychopathy is euphemistic
To the destruction of my wrath
Leaving nothing untouched by my flame
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