Absence of sanity

It enrages me as I push you
Linquecy your noise
Retarding my destination

I fucking hate you
Wobbling , twisting around and around
Not being able to hide you
They will find us

Faster: more violently I push
Must hurry, hurry
Before somebody sees us
You piece of shit

I must fill you
Quick like a rabid smurf
Running like hell
Damn: people are checking us out

Making a break for my car
Pulling out all of your insides
Throwing them every where
Savagely throwing the rest of your ass to the curb
Trying to destroy you even more
Fuck! some how you survive
Fuck it, now you are someone elses
For Christ sake and a dying heart
You bitch, whore, you fucking Wal-Mart cart.