Vengeance
#1 of Poetry
You really wanna fight me?
Fists and anger, coursing through your veins.
I'll take you apart, and get rid of all your need.
Not through violence and bloodshed, but through psychology.
A mental breakdown, for you and your family.
Nothing else, just a shell of greed.
You'll be left crawling on your knees.
And die on the street, pretending it's all just make believe.
A bit too cruel?
Go ahead, lay the blame.
To me it's all just a fun little game.
After all, when things calm down.
We all end up the same.
Dead, and broken and no longer sane.
Make the most of what we have.
Don't be going around having no class.
Don't be a mindless fool within the mass.
Talk shit all day, and when it's over take back what you said.
We'll find out in the end, who really gave a crap?
About your apologies, your worries, your little mistakes.
All you've become is a failure, nothing but a fake.