Never Meant to Live

I hope one day you realize,
Your the mother of a weapon,
Trained with percision, perfect aim,
A killing machine, a suicidal monstrosity.

Precious, a family together,
Three carcasses and the villian,
The tendencys arnt suicidal,
My skin has lost its tone, I'm so alone,

I bet you didnt think about this,
That night you did it,
You tried for years to have me,
Why did you think I'd have morals.

WHAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO GIVE ME LIFE!

Pathedic, this is far to insane,
I'm going to far, this isnt right,
I noticed this last night,
My face is stone, and its ever so cold.

Ian Robert Potapoff