Rage I lay here to night in a dark silent room, only feeling pain and uncontrollable gloom. Pictures of the blood flash in my head, photos of you lying on the floor dead. Never to come back and destroy my #life again. A smile comes across my face as I wipe your blood from my knife. Your dark red blood spills into the street. Your cold heart, it's the last time it will beat. I think back to all the pain and hurt as I cover up your body and spit on the dirt. From you or your Fun I can no longer run, and killing you was my time for Fun. They might cry, they might even weep, but I know there sorrow is only skin deep. As I walk away I think back to the rhythm your heart used to beat. I think back to you lying on the ground, And I smile knowing your cold heart has no sound..
