My voice,
Is the echo of my actions,
And the lives that I've harmed.
These hands,
Are the giver of my hatred,
And the anger in my soul.
My life,
Is painting on walls,
And carving my name,
In people's hearts.
My choice,
Has brought me to hell,
This life is just shit,
But the knife, it so hurts.
These friends,
Are only my friends,
When I harm others,
And fuck up their lives.
Now this life,
Is stained with blood,
And not of my own,
But the people I've harmed.
I can't,
Take back my actions,
Or change my life,
Because I've chosen to live,
By the code,
Of vandalism and knives.
