My Bloody Rampage

These people are killing me
It's not the knife
It's not my mind
It's all these people in my life

It's not me that chooses to die
It's these people that are so ignorant
They don't even care to understand
Or in these poems what I've truly meant

They will be my death
they stab me with each laughing dagger
Letting the blood flow down
Until I'm 6 feet under

But now I'm fed up
I know just what I'll do
I'll take up my own knife
I'll just strike them down too

And finally when I'm down
And they bleed out on the floor
I rise on wings of black
And shed the blood some more

I think I've finally lost it
Now I'm on my bloody rampage
You better not get in my way
Just let me feel this dark rage

No one cared enough
Now you can't stop me
I'm going on my bloody rampage
Until I'm finally free

With axes, swords, and daggers
I'll make the blood rain
I'll wash my blood soaked weapons
And my blood soaked pain

The weapons are my limbs
They are the only friends I know
The only ones who've helped me
Defeat each ignorant foe

Knowledge is my knife
Ignorance my enemy
I will take them down, no mercy
And ignore each untruthful plea

When all is done and gone
No more blood to shed
I'll take the knife upon myself
Until I'm finally dead

Now my anger passes
As does each bloodstained soul
The fruits of my bloody rampage
I've fulfilled my deadly role

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