Sit.
Take the life you have.
Let it pool around you.
Soil the ground with the sins of your sorrow.
...
I feel my rage explode,
Will unable to contain,
I grab the knife next to me,
I plan my strike back.
...
A boy runs to her,
Fear griping his soul,
She lay in a glass box,
A loaded gun in her hold.
...
Sit And Fall
Sit.
Take the life you have.
Let it pool around you.
Soil the ground with the sins of your sorrow.
The glee of those around you will soon forget your wrong doings.
Fall.
Be swept into your dark dreams.
The black fantasies of your core.
There is no end to this crass.