I have this urge.
But I can't seem to identify it.
Can you help me find the surge.
That surely supplies it.
Thoughts are compressed,
And words don't impress.
They just digress,
That is all at best.
Sinful desire makes the fire higher.
Indulgence is okay but too much is bad.
I come to take you for hire.
If you end up dying I'll be glad.
Never will I be mad.
I will not even get sad.
But glad like Tupperware.
I can feel the hate from everywhere.
Hoping that you simply leave.
If you don't with my knife,
I will have to cleave.
I will be happy once you've lost your life.
