Stale Plan

The smoke annoys my eyes as I started to think
A baseless and useless way of reasoning
To go against a tide that should take you
Take you to your sanctuary of mirth

A profound step you have taken
Thinking that it will lead to all things forbidden
And it did, it leads you to your damnation
While I start my search for my soul�s healer

Hurting me was your objective to fulfill
Succumbed to it, cried and moved on
You snickered at every bite I take of your trap
Confident you should trample me under your heel� but it won�t happen

And now the lashes you gave me boomeranged
With the intensity equaled as to that of my tears
You cannot surface from my anger�s riptide
You will choke from your own tears

I have been keeping my mouth from speaking

I have kept my fists open�arms wide
I have tried to love you with my eyes shut
But I have tried to be sane while I do my vengeance�

March 18,2000
3:56 a.m.
I couldn�t care less what you�re doing now as long as it hurts

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