I’m becoming a monster. I never thought that I would be.

My anger towards you is surging right through me. 

We have all made mistakes, and I’ve made my many.

But your pockets are deep and there’s something within me.

There’s feverish angers and bloodthirsty envy. 

I could tear apart flesh if I would just let me. 

So surround yourself in pointless personalities,

and let my world revolve around nobody but me.

Cause I put myself back and I bury my feelings.

Lives could be shattered in my tempest of dealings.