I use the rags of betrayal and the fuel of desperation to light a fire
This temper is lost upon me, though it is sure to find you momentarily
I cannot afford to spend emotions on you, for I owe you nothing
My fury is unbreakable
I feel only the pain of anger
Still my hungry fists crave the taste of your flesh
Too bad your bitter bones are unsavoury
Once you wake this fire, there is no way to hush it back to sleep
These hands break upon you like waves of smoke
It's so difficult to keep these fantasies inside my head
For when I dream of blood, it is so real, it seems to spill upon the floor