kibbles09

Part I Vomit words, gash, and abolish. Who knew at in the end of terms we would all die in defeat with our lifeless limbs covering the asphalt. Split within, tear my heart. I love you not as the friend you use to be. True colors shown all black and gray-- like dust that just catches and flies unimportant in the air. The blank star when given. The disgusted look when thought of. Each side presented so full of no true emotion. Part II Engulf the Rage, So full of hate. Destroy the sage, And abominate. Tiresome mind, Repetitive thought, Stir the stomach. No called shots. Wishing mass destruction, Desire intrusion of doom. Ending all

Genocide seems to appeal to me at this point. Yea, I'm tired of being little 'happy go lucky crazy girl!' Where does it get me? No where that's for sure. No respect, no concern, only words filtered in meaning. Yet somehow, I am suppose to care for everyone. I am supposed to not pose a threat because I seem to docile and not so belligerent. Why? When did I manage to retain the reputation of being so careful. When someone tells me, that's mean… Who claims that I am nice? Who cares to know what is going on with me. Besides the minority that I appreciate for being there, who wants to bear in mind that I am not full of happiness. That it might jus

Protest. A distaste for the human race- I feel it kill me. Worthless bums, might as well be slugs. I search for vengence. Trickle faith with apologetic words. Soothing to all but none. I feel the violence burn. This rash for hate so stern. I want to break you. Your death sounds appeal me. The thoughts seem to rape. Pushing me, forcing me. To digest the hate and conquer you. I want you out, Dead, Gone, For good. I am only to think, I am only to survive. Eradicate, but filled with hate. The protest will be done.