Method To the Metal
Hardened shells
Power
Control
Pulsing blood
Stretching veins
Quivering wrists
Just rebellious enough to feel evil
Evil death
One with evil
Unconsummate death
Pounding ears
Reflecting torment
Every
Lucid thought
Irascible memory
Desperate plea
Enveloped in
Thick passion
Excuseless rage
Unattainable outlet
Bruising
Screaming
Growling
Liquid
Beating my head
Loosens the tourniquet
Postiche creator
Ingulge
Morbid
Desire
They'll never know
What they've done
Copyright © Jessica Johnson | Year Posted 2006
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