I hate my explosive fists of rage,
But they're the reason for this twist of fate,
They swing like a fighter who'sfilled with hate.
The chaos they leave is filled with anarchy,
Soon this desicated angel will be,
The morbid savior of me.
Maybe soon my sad soul will rest,
But for now I'm tied up in this web,
Like a worm trapped in a black bird's nest.
All this is making me irrate,
As i try to contemplate,
Why I have this twist of fate! |