disizmrkent Posted March 9, 2004 Report Posted March 9, 2004 My lips are curled my teeth begin to grind and hate sweels within it fills my heart and mind My hands crack and clench fist are held so tight that knuckles stretch the skin and the skin is turning white My eyes grow narrow my vision is getting red and all I imagine within is the violence inside my head I envison your tears your cries for mercy and how hell hath no fury that's close to worse than me This anger works for me as though I've just employed it But as you fight for the breath of life I don't care, in fact, I enjoy it...
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