Darkest Rage
The deepest kind of pain she feels inside her head
"My time has come at last.", she said
"But I won't be forgotten", is what she had to say
"to walk onto the dark side, I'll never have to wait."
What she saw before her eyes were tales she had to tell
while I was kneeling beside her bed
The first one blond and beautiful
his eyes were Aryan blue
it was tough but touching, too
he struggled like a man, the blood ran through
And always becoming easier
like a predator on his prey
hanging on, not letting go
it started as a rage against manhood
and it ended today
"But I won't be forgotten", is what she had to say
"to walk onto the dark side, I'll never have to wait,
no, the hate grows for him to come to me."
I feel her grip tightening, I raise my head to see
she whispers "At last I'm free."
Her death almost touches me, but in the end
I can feel no sympathy for her
