You Are......

you are the blood

on BRUISED hands
you are

the taste of REVENGE on the very tip

of my tongue

you are the

GRUDGE I hold and to remember whenever

there's a black sky

you are the sound of the GUN EXPLODING

with rage at Columbine

you are the eyes

of that innocent little girl waiting underneath the table

hoping that he wont

come home with the HEIKIN bottle in hand

you are the DEEP BLACK SCARS

on my wrist that scream out words of hatred

you are the shattered glass,

on the already BEATEN DOWN floor,

from that whipping hand about to strike

again and again

you are the words of silence,

on those BLOODY lips,

that he never speaks of because he's

afraid of the consequences

you are the dirt on that DRUGGED

person's lips crying for help

on the inside

but not caring on the outside.

you are VIOLENCE