Something's wrong
which my heart knows.
Living in a blissful
that's what others think.
My soul is being contaminated
feeling nothing but being hated.
Shadows overpowering me
and doom is what people let me see.
A lost demon
with no venom
controlling fire
which is burning her.
My life became a rainbow, full of colors. My life was just like a life of glory, which is effulgent and making me feel divine. Until I turned twenty-one.
Now I'm holding a gun. A weapon that is going to take every piece of life from their body. I don't wanna stop. My hands are not shivering with the weight of that heavy metal.
I wanna rip their throats out, for making my life a living hell.
I want to shower, in the pool of their blood and savor the delight of my enemies...…. Death.