Swelling up inside of me,
Like a fire being fed by butane,
I feel an old rage coming on
And attacking my body in all its glee
There you are
Insulting again
There you are
Killing my friends
You're so insecure
You absent minded harlot
You need someone that you can really love
Who may actually love you back
Then maybe you will stop
Stabbing me in the back




~Serpent Vampieralla Shynique, the Cutpurse~

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Mayan, in the year 283 AF.