I have this urge
It courses through out my body
No matter how hard I try to purge
It takes hold and drives me to insanity
Fear, anger, hate, death
They swell deep within
I dare not mention
To kill, to have a will. . .
To have power over another
Why one would bother
It’s only a matter of time
Perhaps. . .near the end of my prime
And so it has come to pass
With the courage I have amassed
I grab hold, vise grip
The knife, I dare not let slip
I make a smile from ear to ear
The warm red blood runs and pours over my hand
I shed not a single tear, for this was my stand
For now it has subsided
The urge
The cure all along was to abide
To purge
Fear, anger, hate, death
It was all my own
