I took my number 1 to the my “Ire” room drilled with so much temper; to every minute I stared fiercely at the natural man you brought out of my pity soul:;………
I ought to never go gentle, millenniums from now, I would be gone; my rage and pain will be heard through every corners of your heart.
Your mind will crave and beg to feel the rage she held back; then words will fade, sweet music will sound as thunderstorms in your ears; then I’ll say “ I died in rage” but you lived with “Ego”
I hear words from afar, they say she’s a psychopath,😟 the doors and windows shut at my face; everyone took steps backward……… This is my story to tell;
So I say I died in rage and you lived with your alter ego; who is the beast?
But she sees you differently, admist it all she sees love in your ego; a possession of control and roar;
Differently she sees you;
The formation of the spirit individualize your existence, it scares my inner child🥺
I plea to take a rest, from all my cares and worries, think about this life; a life you choosed for yourself: People they say don’t last forever; my existence, my ire, my number 1 don’t let those beings be ever mentioned;
In my spirit I will haunt and curse the pain and ego you feel inside, the swear flows down your skin I shall be soaked in the depth of your sweat; and if I ever return; sweet music will be sweet indeed cause I cursed the ego you felt;
The clock ticks, make a choice;
Panda🧿
