Mr Sinister

I'm a self-destructive piece of shit
Smeared in blood from the thick of it
I don't owe you a goddamn thing
My life never had to begin
I don't wanna be immortal or legend or anything
But the longer I'm alive, the better off you'll be
Get ready for epitome, come on and pity me...
Will you kill me if I say please?

Now...
Frustration turning, turning everything i see around
Ships moving in fleets, purging as they run aground
All the barriers i have built unbound
here comes the marching, your lives cannot be found

Now...
Motivation comes from beyond
Purity like the unborn
Riding the storms
The storms

Enter hate
Deeper and deeper in every way
Enslaved to wait
Penetrates the wound again
Enter the sorrow
Deep and deeper everyday
Enter pain
Penetrates the wound again
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Posted: Nov 2011
About this poem:
trust is dream you have nightmares of

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