Who I am HATES who I’ve BECOME
Well.. this is like my double take on my black outs... just check it out ... if you like it... IM me at gothiccaity@yahoo.com or at myspace.
All it took was that one time... and then I was never the same again
that moment the blood drenched my clothes and the moment I beat that kid.
that moment that I am caught up in... that hate... that anger... that fear.
I almost killed him.
That day
I lost a part of me that will never come home.
the part of me that draws the line between caring and killing was lost forever.
I punched him and punched him until he finally stopped screaming.
at least that’s as much as I can remember.
or what I was told
I miss that line. that border..
it kept me at the base lines. the safe point.
and now its all gone
the anger and the hate flow through me like and unleashed plague.
there is no cure... there is no hope... there is only what I am.
and What I AM HATES WHAT I’VE BECOME
that moment the blood drenched my clothes and the moment I beat that kid.
that moment that I am caught up in... that hate... that anger... that fear.
I almost killed him.
That day
I lost a part of me that will never come home.
the part of me that draws the line between caring and killing was lost forever.
I punched him and punched him until he finally stopped screaming.
at least that’s as much as I can remember.
or what I was told
I miss that line. that border..
it kept me at the base lines. the safe point.
and now its all gone
the anger and the hate flow through me like and unleashed plague.
there is no cure... there is no hope... there is only what I am.
and What I AM HATES WHAT I’VE BECOME
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