surviving you

evil lurks in you like the shadows of an unwanted soul you smell of spilled blood and rotting milk you take what you can and take what you cant the world doesn't bow down to you unless you kiss its feet first. you are unkind, unforgiving, and unfaithful yet you cry tears of a make believe river you fill your life with sob stories and heartache hoping someone will be your hero. you aren't nice, or trust worthy, you are the opposite. sometimes i think its me. sometimes people say its me. you have been filling their heads with fantasy stories and your the victim. but who are they going to believe when i tell them truth. you spin lies like a spider on a web, you show no worry about your child, but what if your child is dead. you show true delusions of make believe in your head. you have no fear when going to bed. ill tell you this and i hope you sleep well trust and believe me when i say I'm coming from hell. I'm coming for you till death do we part. maybe I'm angry, insane but I'm smart. my mother didn't raise no fool, or coward that will drool to your every word. please sleep well with all the things you have heard. never believe the echoes so they haunt you at night. ill be waiting in your closet come midnight, ready to fight and slash and swing until day light. however long it takes ill be sure to put you in my place. take my shoes and walk a mile. you wont make it to the corner. your feet will bleed and bend and break. you will disappear without a trace, thanks for all you have done, leaving us in the gutter. your child cry's for her mother, but the mother is rotten, mother is no more. mother is gone. we can sleep well. and wake up happy. for all the people who are delusional like mother. I'm coming for you next, grandmother, cousin, uncle, brother. sleep well all, hell comes soon. who are they going to believe when i show them the evidence. maybe its me, maybe I'm going crazy or maybe I'm insane. I'd rather be insane then live another lifeless life with you.