February 25, 2011
So sweet,
So real,
the feeling of power on my tongue is so strong.
The feeling of strength so powerful,
It would put Hercules to shame.
It’s so hard to play nice,
so easy to give the reins,
To my little friend every now and then.

I burn waiting to attack.
I wait to hear the cries of pain.
I wait.
I…just…*SIGH* wait.

Venom on my tongue,
it burns.
I try to resist.
I really do try.
But its just so hard.
So I don’t,
I don’t try to play by the rules.
I would tell you not to,
But then who would I play with?

All my anger,
All bottled up inside of me.
I wait.
Wait to pounce.
I wait pt strike.
I…just…*SIGH* wait.

Inside the deep dark depth of my heart I wait.
I wait for you to slip up and then I will come.
Come out to play.
I wait to hurt you.
So for now,
I’ll just waste some time with littler prey,
Until I come after…

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