What
was I doing, this was insane
Where
did I get all this pent up rage
When
will I be free of all this pain
Why
though did my feelings disengage
I
remember some things in flashes
You
were in several, covered in red
They
got gruesome though filled with passion
We
both took in the darkness which spread
If
the voices would just stay quiet
and
stop trying to pester me about
or
filling my mind with dread and doubt
but
if they did oh what a riot
How
many more are going to die
Who
else will catch my murderous eye
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