Hell O

Knifes Slicing my rage,
Sickness breathing inside.
My soul is the stage
Where my pain is wide.

Parts of my Hate
Sorrounding my agony
And the unknown fate,
Keeps my sadness phony.

Never saw nothing so lethal
Then my lack of expression,
How do I feel so little
When I try to show affection?!

Guess I won't Try anymore
To live a happy Life,
Untill I heal this fucked up sore
Of A rage sliced by a knife.

Full creative stage of helpless mind,
Fuck it, nobody can...... Nevermind.