I can't think of your face
Without imagining it crushed
You made me feel such disgrace
I imagine you covered in blood
You made me feel like a waste
I imagine you undone
You taught me how to hate
And now I want to make you run
You tried to ruin something so great
And now I want you to burn like the sun
Your hated faces
Your visage of hatred
You taught me how to fear
Now its your scars I wear
Your smile mocks everything that I love
Your cold smile I've come to hate
I want to drown it in blood
You ridiculed my very face
You tried to make me run
What a fucking waste
Of so much of my life, burning like the sun
What a fucking disgrace
You had me undone
And now its your face I hate
Your hated faces
Your life checkmated
We have to play this game
Because you taught me to hate
This passion play of war
That you act out with me
Using me like a whore
Twisting what I see
You plead for more
Sucking all the life you can leech
Now you're at my door
I'll fight to the death before I flee
Tears bleed my eyes soar
As I crush you with no mercy
Your hated faces
Your cold smile of a hundred disgraces
I'll never become like you
And I will never lose
George Manes, 1999
A note about this poem.
It is not about me killing people (literally anyways) nor is it about a game. Like anything else, I wrote this based upon my feelings at the time... after a certain occurance triggered some memories of various people. Just a clarification.