I forgive too quickly,
To me this is sickening
The beast inside of me, unleashed
Wishes to be a blade, unsheathed
Released into the world
Spinning, twist and twirl
Manipulate events, unfurl
A masterpiece, coloured swirls
It makes me feel helpless
I have too many morals
I follow them whether they help me
Or alone, I call
I have warned them
It's the last chance they will get
The satisfaction may be real
But I may end up in regret
a short, sharp ******* poetry... I am not satisfied even though it feels right. I guess the message is clear though, and that's good