Your spite…
Has fed me up
With nothing but scars in life
Your existence…
Is not an instance of angels.
It brings me anger
Made me stumbled
Get me troubled
You, yourself
were not born to be pleased.
I’ll wait for the day I get released
And my fury will be unleashed
Then you will be minced
And thrown into the pool of leeches.
Anyone can get crazy at all time
Such a fine dine to dice with, wasn’t it?
JStoryz 