im coming for you
cant you see
dont wait
run from me
your all cattle
standardsized by my
catalytical epilogue
of human desire
for yoiur screaming orgasm
all the people who
hold you
restrain you
imprison you and your will
your spirit
its a trap
but your ability to run
is pointless before
my ability to fly
i cover ground better
in the night than a
million trains running on
suicidal tracks to bear
down on the existence
of your life.
and i pray tell... you're trite and overused to the point
I hate you