Locked away inside feelings I can not abide To keep my loving spirit alive festering boiling churning... revenge is what my heart is urning bile clawing to the surface I have no magic to serve this purpose I quickly push it down broken hearted mortified empty silly clown my utter desolation my heart's assasination tempting his utter devotion malevolence, you've set in motion full of hatred and jealousy charming him with sensuality locking away my inner demon that would lower me to your treason small things trip this loathsome memory raging from the past, pain my present company malice not in my current vocabulary regulating new found sensability deep within would be my target your black heart of a serpent if I could only realease my sorrow of my accurate, baneful arrow!