Angry At Life

Death is like reality, something that should never be touched.

Those mad strokes and slashes of paint that land against my chest.

They consider me as an animal in society's lust.

This is madness; I won't be enslaved by your language.

If you now think this is my illness for you,

then my masterpiece hasn't yet reach you descends.

I'll massacre your sperm cells, giving you no chance for reproduction.

Your words of fear are just sharp tips of blades;

that will never touch my backside that always open from the rear.

See I give you this weakness because there is no reason to lie to a losing enemy.

Knowing that I step on glass, as I climb the staircase to proclaim my class of embrace.

See this is just the first step,

not the second and the third is just undetected;

I believe this is getting a little hectic.

See their theory of life was meant to be risky,

but I’m just too clever to not self-destruct from the death of innocents.

But will I be strong enough to relax my anger,

that is deep within side my chamber;

one single bullet left, ready to let go of its trigger to release its pressure.

Deep in pain, its brain is being dominated by the gilt it once claimed.

It's handle is rusty of blood and finger smeared all over it grudge,

but yet years of sacrifice will not be taken in vein;

because just one hack at life will reset the balance of life it once claimed.

They say pride is the enemy of humanity and

wrath is its ally that will slay it.

But the rain of glory that touched my

cheekbone gave me something more than power,

but the false love to betray and exile pride

and wrath from my lost father.

He watches as I devour my enemies and

then throwing them into my Inferno blazing tower.

As the day’s passes, I ask myself "will this finish me"?

But when there's an enemy towards my life, I could never lose.

And the pure reason why, is because I'm of the innocents'.

Death and life are now like past fading memories,

glimpses of a crime that will never ever hurt me.

There's no way to stop it from fading from me and

it no way to stop me from gaining from its demises.

But still I rise because I have anger,

but yet life sinks because it has pure innocents of life hanging from its fingers.

I am the gravity that keeps it from rise and now I will break its answer for life,

because it doesn't get another change, to strangle another life.