Sometimes I feel so damn empty inside.
Hollow like the tree behind which I hide.
No organs, no brains but I manage to stay alive.
I felt like I’ve been stung by the residents of an angry beehive.
There’s no way to describe the way I feel.
Tossed away like a banana peel.
This all happened because I gave my full but not undivided attention.
Screwed like a hard worker twisted out of his pension.
I feel like Los Angeles when their football team moved to be and Oakland Raider.
Dumbfounded like Skywalker realizing he’s the son of Vader.
I feel shocked like a tagger grinding third rails.
Wrinkle free while you iron out your problems in jails.
Vicious tongue, sharp like an iron sword forged by the flames of hell.
Legacy long as a mile, now it’s mine to tell.
Compassionate like a hero with the cruelty of a villain.
Full of anger and hellfire, iced out like water chillen.
Evil like the fallen angel, holy like John 3:16.
Harmless like a starter’s pistol with the flesh rippin’ power of an M-16.
No heart, but I still pump blood through my veins.
Wild and untamed, easily controlled with the possessions of my reins.