Mad Dog
I am
I am the mad dog your in my wicked fangs,
things are getting dark,and I'm feeling kinda strange
strange enough for me ,am I strange enough for you?
your stuck in my fangs and my fangs they are few .
I am the wickedness ,I am in full bloom.
I have started howling , but you've been barking at the moon .
Things are so freaky, I start to scare myself ,
when I look in the mirror I think I'm somthing else.
I don't know if I'm crazy or if I'm tottaly wack,
I don't know if the daylights dark or if the night is black,
So I'll just be a freakin'.untill this life is done,
I am not the chosen, I am not the one .
So when your mind gets rearranged and your feeling
kinda strange,Don't blame yourself
you can just blame me ,I am your sickness
And your destany............
James......................................
Copyright © James Stevenson | Year Posted 2011
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