Powerful

Feel the blood pour down Like rain on my face Looking up to the sky Try to find my place Is it here looking down To be gazing upon you Your corpse is the product My hate is the feul I let out a smile This feeling is different I feel in control No need to repent it Is this truly freedom Or a falsified illusion When it comes to destruction I feel some confusion Im powerful, capable Able to end it But just cause i can Does it mean i should do it? Its only up here, Looking down at your bones That i feel all this power So i sit on my throne The throne is of thorns though Something not quite right Because, though it feels good Doesnt make this alright I soak up this feeling Write it into a rhyme And ill hold myself back Well... at least till next time.