[b]Maddy The Hater
Some thing's been conceived,
I can no longer control it.
It rants and raves,
and fights all that oppose.
Though demeanor is calm and steady,
I'm lost inside, I cannot be retrieved.
It is the time of madness and tears,
this pretty flesh is desired.
The gods' little plaything,
my core, my soul devoured,
can you see my fears?
I'm in love with the wicked,
lust for blood, pleasured by pain.
The knife sharpened, I laugh at the violence,
for my minds' eternally conflicted.
