Push my buttons one more time.
I urge you to cross the line.
Might think me mad or unhinged.
But its about time you met my demon.
From deep, inside.
Emerge will my lust and drive.
Violent streak to come shining through.
When I’m done they’ll be nothing left of you.
Right in my face with a sneer.
You’re so desperate to bring me fear.
But this time you’ve picked wrong.
Compared to you I’m mighty strong.
Now I boil, soon to erupt.
My spark will not be snuffed.
Burn bright and as long as I need.
Beneath me you’ll suffer indeed.
Threw a punch but saw it coming.
crushed your fist like it was nothing.
And now you snivel on the floor.
Your power is gone forever more.
Saw the demon and could not hang.
Now you tremble at every bang.
Remorse for you, I feel none.
For you got less than you deserved, wife beating scum.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 