I'm tired of excuses
Carnal Rage and its abuses
Lead me on, then cut my throat
barely keep my head afloat
Its all a game to you it may seem
as you stab, your eyes gleam
Blood and horror down my face
you cut my heart out with such grace
Oh such games and ruses
Carnal rage and its abuses
You cannot kill whats dead already
heres my gun hold it steady
pull the trigger, Am I dead?
lying lifeless in my bed
Oh, its just a game
open my eyes all still the same
Nothing changes your excuses
Carnal Rage and its abuses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love when a poem comes together so well. when it has a beat to it. Really enjoyed your poem.