Bad Man

"You could always see it, always tell
See the darkness inside of someone
Through the spaces, voids of life
By looking into their eyes, just seeing the scream
The horrors of people, fucking people
Watching as they watched a last breath
Crying tears of blood into their hands
The fucking pain of an entire life
Compiled into two little pupils
Little projections of horror movies
Enough pain to make my hands clench
My brow furrow and my very core shake
Enough to disgust me, to think how could someone do this?
Do such things to another human, to a child
To an elder, to anyone on the face of this fucking planet
And smile through their teeth
Laugh like they didn't have some inner turmoil
Make me want to place a gun to their head
And write Shakespeare on the walls, in their blood
I know I have turmoil, just from the fact that this exists
That these people exist, and always have
Always will, these outcasts of society
These shadows that walk in the dark
The moonlight that walks in the sun
So much that I became to hate what I was
What I was surrounded by
So much so that I became the things I hated
I became a bad man
I bad man behind good
Running from the light, hiding in the dark
Picking a fight with god because fuck him
Hoping no one could ever see my eyes
Never seeing the sun and the moon
Drafted on my dirty face
So being the dead man waiting for the redemption
Was the only option
When you don’t want to exist"