Words are my Weapon of Mass Destruction
My spawn of vengeful reproduction
Words are the place i can escape
A world of imagination i have to create
To express my sorrow, my hate, my loss
To resurrect my tears that were once lost.
Oh, how I long for my words to become
Their real violent action
To become true and not remain fiction
My words are not to be passed
In a forgetful mind
To remain there
And not become something to find
My words are ment to be know
Out loud and heard
To be a disease that can't be cured
My words should be felt
By all of you
to have just a taste of what i went through
So, now sit down and relax
Because my words are going to fight back
