Intention
Feeling the thoughts run through my mind,
As intention slowly creeps up my spine,
Now asking myself, Is this the time?
Feeling vibration and expectation,
Head feeling woozy with intoxication,
Heart wanting nothing but gratification,
Against the soul which caused my damnation.
Now here I stand on my own two feet,
Chest pounding so hard I can hear the beat,
Ready to drop blood in the street,
Of any advisary I should meet.
Then, Only then,
Did I use my brain,
Is this poor soul worth going insain?
Is he worth the pleasure then pain?
Or should I evict the thought of him slain?
Then I walked away.
As intention slowly creeps up my spine,
Now asking myself, Is this the time?
Feeling vibration and expectation,
Head feeling woozy with intoxication,
Heart wanting nothing but gratification,
Against the soul which caused my damnation.
Now here I stand on my own two feet,
Chest pounding so hard I can hear the beat,
Ready to drop blood in the street,
Of any advisary I should meet.
Then, Only then,
Did I use my brain,
Is this poor soul worth going insain?
Is he worth the pleasure then pain?
Or should I evict the thought of him slain?
Then I walked away.
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