Isolated Storm

Anger is me tying you down asking repeatedly why,

Me using a switch blade to carve into your chest a thousand Y's.

Before that slice off the lids of your eyes,

I want to see you in the anguish you gave me, b***h this will be a slow demise.

Dangerous it is to hurt someone wise.

Forgive you? I must have tried a thousand times.

To my face, it felt like you told a thousand lies.

So in your face, I carve a thousand lines.

I'm f****n up your face because your face is your pride.

Your beauty is a blessing but you flaunt it like a prize.

Guess you feel like a winner but what's a winner without a prize?

Make up won't matter I'mm slicing off your disguise.

Then I open my eyes.

Back to reality, just another storm in my mind.