Post by Aaron Graf on Nov 1, 2004 21:10:16 GMT -5
The Sweet Sight of Bullies Blood
My sword diving through your skin,
Piercing flesh and bone and sinking in.
You emit a scream, you can't take the pain.
You look at my eyes, you see I've gone insane.
Blood droplets heard pounding on the floor,
Parts not sliced yet are beaten and sore.
"What's gotten into you?" as you screamed at me,
But my conscience has gone blind, it cannot see.
It's too pissed off to let you free,
It's now gone deaf to all your pleas.
All those times I warned you and you kept pushing me further,
To where I'm all over you, with an undying fervor.
A site wanting you dead,
A thirst for blood,
A hunger for your suffering,
Satisfaction rising while your wounds mingle with mud.
I slash my sword once again and cut off your limbs,
While you scream out to me your site is getting dim.
I open your stomach watching its contents spill,
You're lying there wishing I'd quicken the kill.
Your heart is racing, you want to die,
Your pleas for mercy were denied.
I use the sword and saw your bones,
Slowly, painfully, you start to moan.
Moan out no more, just end it now,
I scrape off your biceps and you scream it loud.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
I guess the bullying is what you missed.
I was just a scrawny little kid,
When you laughed at me,
For all that I did.
You beat me up, you knocked me down,
To where my self-respect was beneath the ground.
Beneath the ground where you will shortly lay,
I told you I'd get back one day!
~ Aaron Graf
My sword diving through your skin,
Piercing flesh and bone and sinking in.
You emit a scream, you can't take the pain.
You look at my eyes, you see I've gone insane.
Blood droplets heard pounding on the floor,
Parts not sliced yet are beaten and sore.
"What's gotten into you?" as you screamed at me,
But my conscience has gone blind, it cannot see.
It's too pissed off to let you free,
It's now gone deaf to all your pleas.
All those times I warned you and you kept pushing me further,
To where I'm all over you, with an undying fervor.
A site wanting you dead,
A thirst for blood,
A hunger for your suffering,
Satisfaction rising while your wounds mingle with mud.
I slash my sword once again and cut off your limbs,
While you scream out to me your site is getting dim.
I open your stomach watching its contents spill,
You're lying there wishing I'd quicken the kill.
Your heart is racing, you want to die,
Your pleas for mercy were denied.
I use the sword and saw your bones,
Slowly, painfully, you start to moan.
Moan out no more, just end it now,
I scrape off your biceps and you scream it loud.
"What did I do to deserve this?"
I guess the bullying is what you missed.
I was just a scrawny little kid,
When you laughed at me,
For all that I did.
You beat me up, you knocked me down,
To where my self-respect was beneath the ground.
Beneath the ground where you will shortly lay,
I told you I'd get back one day!
~ Aaron Graf
