The Place Called Tomorrow-COMPLETED

The Mood To Kill

Your words are like a knife
Stabbing and cutting me slowly
Painfully
Until I can't take it

You watch me bleed and joke about me
You judge me
My skills
Strengths and weaknesses

You use them against me
When I'm down
You don't pick me up
You just keep walking like I'm not there

So here we are once again
You words cutting me deeper and deeper
Until I can no longer feel anything
You walk away as I bleed

I'm now a machine
Made to kill
And guess what
You're my number one target

Funny, isn't it?