There is fire and poison behind my teeth
It shreds and blazes and corrupts
My mouth is a gateway
It spreads destruction uncontrollably
The wince, the grimace, the turn away
They fuel the fire
They spread the poison
They are my curse
My hands, my pen, are bloodletters
They pierce and rend and sunder
Death by a thousands cuts
Precise
Painful
Purposeful
With them there is a choice
The power behind them can be restrained
Or it can be unleashed
Like a surgeon's blade
In my face there is death
Looks can kill
These eyes are the proof
Behind the smile there is hatred
Anger boils beneath laughter
Pride echoes within teaching words
Give me the chance
And I chose destruction
Even against my better judgement
Because its more fun
To watch things burn
