All your Fault

The rage is building

I bottle it more an more

With all the slips of their tounges

All their taunting laughter

I feel im going to burst,

Going to explode

Going to combust

I have to let it out sometime

I fear when i do i will not stop

I will be the end to your little worlds

Hurting you

Killing your insides

The anger will blind me

My rage the color of red

So this might be the death of me

But i will take you down with me

 

Reviews

[angeltwist]

wow i like it

[Sylo's Rose]

sounds like you :) i love you

[SpokenWord]

I chuckled at the end of this one, if one has to fall why not take the cause with them. At this stage what people say or do really never bothers me it is a case of mind over matter. I don't mind because they don't matter, it works for peace of mind. Wonderful write.