Dark Thoughts

you don't know how close you are to making me lose my precious control
I'm on the edge of the hole
the hole of terror, but not for me
but for you pretty cheerleader, I want your blood see?
sick of you
all all the pointless crap you pull and do
sick of the way you make me and others feel
so come on take a swing, I'm dying to make you deal,
deal with the pain you hand out so freely  
I'd like to watch a friend on, your head, do a wheely
oh I want to make you cry
make your over applied mascara run as to escape from me you do try
I hate the violence that courses through my veins
but oh how I long to see your face after tasting some of my brands of different kinds of pains
it scares me how much I want to see your blood
how is sickens me that my eyes glitter at the thought of your ruby flood
I pray to God that He helps me for your sake
other wise I'm taking to your head a rake...