The White of Your Eyes
As I look at the whites of your eyes
I feel horror, fear rumbling inside me.
I grind my teeth together when I see you walking.
I fear you, I fear when you talk, shout, when you raise your hand.
I'v always feared you, but no more.
The fear I had of you I turned it into courage.
Now I no longer fear you.
I laugh when you raise your hand, when you shout.
Cuz the only thing I see you as...
Is a dead man walking.
And now your in the ground where you belong.
( If you may PLEASE comment of Mail me. Sorry i havn't been on in a long time... ALOT has happened this year to me)
|