Nathaniel DeMay - Killer

Lost inside my self,
Nothing but left turns.
Confused by the world around me,
Somtimes the confusions burns.

I don't know what I feel,
Except my envy for you.
You always look happy,
For you anything else is new.

Perhaps I am nieve to think -
'The fools have the simple life'
Not one look at you,
Instead one reach for the knife.

I have died inside,
I hate that you have not.
And now that I can get to you...
She never once fought

Nathaniel DeMay

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