Merc(ILL)ess
My mind is a meta
Four.
Ripping Tearing Swearing Screaming,
I’m teaming with war.
I feel the build,
It’s inside of me,
but only when I Hyde
My emotions are no stranger,
to this danger that resides in me.
But it does not hide from me.
I see it snide,
I mean sneer, but I feel know
Fear is the element.
My trigger,
She surprises me.
But she also brings the rise in me,
It’s the other side of me,
The one that reminds,
Me of all the vied of she.
I call it drive.
It’s the piece of me with knack,
Aback my mind she reminds,
I’m the needle hidden in that haystack,
I’m what broke the camels back.
It rears and she appears,
When I’m under attack
She makes me whole.
But in the end,
I cant control
Shill eat your soul.
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