Red Mist
Don’t play games with me,
I’m not in the mood for your words,
It’s your words,
It’s always your words,
Why don’t you stay quiet?
Why don’t you shut up?
Don’t open your mouth ,
If it’s only going to corrupt,
Keep yourself away from everyone,
Stay in the dark if you have to,
If I see your face one more time,
I’ll swear I’ll come after you,
I don’t care what you are,
Or whatever monster you may be,
I am no longer your little boy,
Who you are longing to see.
Copyright © Michael Diack | Year Posted 2005
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