You should push his head in the wall
Bounce it like a basketball
By the ears grab him , step back
Take a breathe maybe even two
Slam him back, One breathe from him and one from you
Let it all pour out like an unholy river
Flowing heavily with wrath streams forking river in two
As they meet the unmoving mountain of your will
No, do no end it yet, draw it out, savor the kill
Bask in the exhilarating sensation
Of your heart as it beat faster and faster
While you wait to pounce on him
Let your rage explode from within
The dark eyes gleaming from the depth of your soul
Showing the being that they truly hold
A beast that pounces upon every irritation,
Every creature that stands in its way is nothing but a prey
Just another nuisance to scrape from underneath the nail.
The beast I always try to hide
Is stalking always, waiting to defend my pride
At any moment any time of the day
You will be my victim you will be my prey
Written by Jaydon N. Foster, Richard Bastille and Manish Dosoruth.
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