troubled

Black an white
Day and Night
There will always
be a fight.
We wear our chains
and spikes.
When we know there
will be a fight.

We love the darkness
it's where we hide
and bide our time.
We don't care what
you think, your thoughts
aint worth a dime.
To us you are a waste of
space and not worth our time.

Your pain is our joke.
Everyday we hope you choke.

We will watch you cut
your wrist and bleed out
and the best thing is
no one will hear you shout.
Yell and cry, we love watching
you die.