Abomination.Mature

Something I wrote on an off day.

Cruel eyes stare at me,

From the dark depths of the night,

Cold hands claw at me,

Reaching from far out of sight,

Sharp voices scream at me,

Telling me what they think is right,

Hard things are thrown at me,

Each time I try to fight.

So let them throw their bricks at me,

And let them try to make me see,

And let them try to beat my anger from me,

Their perfect little monster.

Their dark souls try to corrupt me,

And take away my life,

Their horrid breath on my neck,

As I struggle from the strife,

They pin me down and whisper close,

As I lose all of my might,

And I succumb to the lessons that they teach,

On the blade of every knife.

So let them throw their bricks at me,

And let them try to make me see,

And let them try to beat my anger from me,

Their perfect little monster.

So let them throw their bricks at me,

And let them try to make me see,

And let them try to beat my anger from me,

Their perfect little monster.

So the lesson of this here tale,

Is to let you know the truth,

For the harder that you beat at me,

Will send my anger through the roof,

Yet with the knowledge I gave you,

You still want me to fall,

So take your knife and fuck yourself,

And know that to you all,

I am but your little abomination. 

The End

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