You're a wise one they say,
I think your dull,
You talk the talk,
But you don't walk the walk.
Everyday I hear your voice,
The anger rises,
Almost out of control,
Your face planted on my fist,
The thoughts are often,
Your blood on my hands,
The smile on my face,
Push me too far,
I loose everything,
But at I smile in satisfaction.
Do I take the price?
Do I get my revenge?
Do I get my sanity back?
I think about these things,
For I am lost,
I need help,
They want to ruin me,
I'll just accept it,
No peace in my soul,
Take the brunt of it and go,
That's what I will do,
Slowly slipping,
Slipping into the abyss,
That I'll do,
I'll stay for awhile.
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