MO (NoPoo 90)

Volitile as nitroglycerin
Just as deadly
Always tettering on the brink
Never knowing
What will set you off

Should've felt
Those bad vibrations
Feeding the angry
Fustrations to openly
Destroy what is close

A suspect device
Under the surface
Awaiting a target
Something soft
To finally maim

When you were analysing
Your inner feelings
Was i in those crosshairs
A prefect victim
To cynically toy with

Maybe
I took the form
Of every man
Who had ever hurt you
In anger

Drew me
To your honey
Like a venus fly trap
Waiting patiently
To strike

I was blind
To the sting
In your tail
Finding how poisonous
You really were

Throwing me off the cliff
Like a piece of deadwood
Into shark infested waters
With such glee
Knowing i couldn't swim

Played with my head
Twisted my heart
Burned my soul
Filled up my void
With your hurt