And unleash a fury like the maternal instincts of mother bear
The blood will fly and they will drop in unison, clamoring
Take these insecurities and bury them far from my searing mind
I will no longer listen to their infuriating whispers
I will write like I am somebody with something to say
And at the end of the day, my cup will be bone dry
Ready to be filled with confident thoughts for sharing
Will you partake of my hearts desires? They are for you after all.
If you are willing then there is but one thing left to do
Kill em all......