They presume my heart is made of ice
and no one bothered to look at it twice.
Only the constant yapping that doesn’t suffice,
I am the evil God and they’re my sacrifice.
I don’t look for excuses, not for some time,
I did what I did and the blame is fully mine.
I am the vicious predator.Worse, in its prime.
Whatever I do will be perceived as a crime.
I’ve given up on the goodness, opting to kill,
The broken ribs poking my lungs is a thrill.
Now I am hunting, perfecting my skill,
I’ve learned to love me when nobody will.