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This Rage Inside
I want to scream and shout at you
I want to wring your neck until your blue
I want to stain the ground with your blood
I want to watch that crimson flood...
How I hate everything that you are
Now hold still as I hit you with my car
I want to dig your eyes out with a dull nasty spoon
I hate everything about you, you fucking loon
You like to stick your nose up every time you're around me
You have no idea how much I desire your misery
You're a fucking bitch, with no class and no grace
How I wish I could carve off that smirk off your ugly face
I hate you with every fiber in my being
I can't believe the stupidity I'm seeing
I scream to the moon, screaming about how I wish I could kill you
So many ways I wish I could watch you die, How I want to turn your skin black and blue
Oh God how I'm filled with this all consuming hatred, how I shiver as I imagine you dead
I love the way my mind paints your decapitated head
I want to place your body less head on a silver plate
I want to carve into your face the exact date
The date you left my life, the way that I ended yours that night
You smile and pretend to be my "teacher" and my friend, all you want to do is belittle me and make me fight
You think you're better then me, you think you're all that
I wish I could force feed you until you are morbidly fat
Then I would split your belly and watching the mixture of human fat and blood gush out
My only desire is to hear you scream in pain and shout
I am filled with blood lust every time I see you
I hate everything you do, how every truth you construe
But then I come back to sanity and I set my pencil down
I flash you an insane smile and grin wildly as you frown
I want to wring your neck until your blue
I want to stain the ground with your blood
I want to watch that crimson flood...
How I hate everything that you are
Now hold still as I hit you with my car
I want to dig your eyes out with a dull nasty spoon
I hate everything about you, you fucking loon
You like to stick your nose up every time you're around me
You have no idea how much I desire your misery
You're a fucking bitch, with no class and no grace
How I wish I could carve off that smirk off your ugly face
I hate you with every fiber in my being
I can't believe the stupidity I'm seeing
I scream to the moon, screaming about how I wish I could kill you
So many ways I wish I could watch you die, How I want to turn your skin black and blue
Oh God how I'm filled with this all consuming hatred, how I shiver as I imagine you dead
I love the way my mind paints your decapitated head
I want to place your body less head on a silver plate
I want to carve into your face the exact date
The date you left my life, the way that I ended yours that night
You smile and pretend to be my "teacher" and my friend, all you want to do is belittle me and make me fight
You think you're better then me, you think you're all that
I wish I could force feed you until you are morbidly fat
Then I would split your belly and watching the mixture of human fat and blood gush out
My only desire is to hear you scream in pain and shout
I am filled with blood lust every time I see you
I hate everything you do, how every truth you construe
But then I come back to sanity and I set my pencil down
I flash you an insane smile and grin wildly as you frown
Published 3rd Jun 2015
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4th Jun 2015 2:51am
Rage is passion misplaced. Every stage increases, and your stanzas ascend a ladder of action and tight lyricism simultaneously. This is a key sign of said passion being tightly reigned, controlled. Use the fuel, lil' Blue.
I've come to discover that even past whatever catharsis is found in creating art, ultimately the transformation of self-hood into one's most effective self is what pops during the process. So our minds grow more organized and clear. Good to see you level up every single time you write a rhyme!
I've come to discover that even past whatever catharsis is found in creating art, ultimately the transformation of self-hood into one's most effective self is what pops during the process. So our minds grow more organized and clear. Good to see you level up every single time you write a rhyme!
4th Jun 2015 6:05am
I was seeing red when I wrote this... my fingers were flying so fast O_O
4th Jun 2015 10:29pm
Wow...you can turn this into at really good song/track...could easily imagine these as lyrics.
Btw...ouch remind me not to piss you off.
Btw...ouch remind me not to piss you off.
9th Jun 2015 2:27am
I think this is one of my set-backs in life..not expressing myself enough.. so everything is bottled in my guts-heart-soul.. Have to laugh and cry a lot out of me, because of knowing what a ticking bomb really does. I applaud your expression here lady. very much felt
9th Jun 2015 2:29am
I wrote this while looking at the person I wanted to do this to at the time... I am glad I didn't do any of it
14th Jul 2015 6:19am
I liked this a lot, but couldn't help thinking you could really tear it up if you weren't restricted by rhyme. But please, know I enjoyed it and see you are very talented. 💋
