Angry Thoughts
By Invisible Poet •
When those words roll from his tounge
I want to vomit
everything he says has already been sung
Hes digging himself into a deep dark pit
Every time he talks
I want to look away
Wherver he walks
I dont want to stay
What i think about should never leave my head
I think about how the body rots
When its hid under my bed
These are my angry thoughts
The thoughts i cannot say
for lack of being feared
So i walk my own own way
and never am i neared
Hi face i want to break
his blood i want to feel on my hands
his smile i want to take
and bury in the sands
He would have been fine
but he hurt her alot
Ill cut the head from that swine
These are my angry thoughts