It is done for the green because of the green that flows in my veins
It is for the one who is fifteen and chose my love to abstain
It is done for the love affair and the feeling of the power trip
It is done for my inability to care and my constant need to sip
It is done because god talked to me and I am the chosen one
It is done because I am nobody and am considered equal to none
It is done because my plans are already ****** and rather vindictive
It is done not by me but by a ****** twisted yet slick miss-give
It is done because its a rare rush for me to eradicate a billion
It is done for it is his pathetic life I want to obliterate to oblivion
It is a mixture of anger and pleasure pushing something into limbo
To end every beginning including this rhyme destruction
Destruction; an aspect of death
these poems are involve in the story of my in-progress novel "REM"