What is it to you
What I do with my life?
Your crazy, messed up hair
Springing in every direction
Like dead branches from a tree
You hide behind fire-enraged eyes
That light up at the chance to kill
In your murderous thirst
You hunt down your prey
You'll feast on their flesh
In the bloodiest of ways
Drink from their wounds
Chant before their remains
Giving yourself life
As you take theirs heartlessly away
So cold to touch
Is the lifeless shell you toss aside
The scene is bitter-sweet
Through the spectators eyes
As some are just like you
Bitter to the core
Rejected from the world
They relish in your beastly delight
While others hide in the corner
Wait for your storm to pass
Hoping for a ray of sunshine
Blessed with hearts of white
Feral like a cat
Who has been left alone to stray
Catching mice to feed on
Is your tormenting and hideous way
Chewing on your words
As you chewed up all of me
Spat me on the floor
For the whole world to see
You're not worth the light
I hold inside my soul
And maybe you'll never feel the pain
You inflict upon this world
But you may also never know the life
Of one who owns a pure white heart.
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