In misery i seek, Blood rolls down my cheeks
I wonder in suffering since the day i first took a peek
At the world that was yet to be..
I don't care for socioty, I might as well be here till insanity
Fills every seeping hole in my psychie
I don't care what you think of me,
because ill strike you down the second you speek
Im not just a menic to socioty
But a fucking stab in the neck to existance
Now do i need explaining why it seems to be maddening
of everything i am and say,
Or do i need to just smile psychodicly,
while standing there in a pool of your own blood,
carrying with me a knife stained red
I don't care if you know what fear means
I'll show you something to fear though
its me and my not so sain sanity
That fills the air with decay
Grow up and leave me be
And if u see me on your TV..
Don't be supprised if u turn around and see me...
Laughing insainly, As you Gasp for air
'WHY BE AFRAID OF ME? ! ! ! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.