Blue Morning Light

There's just so many things I want to say to so many people
But I can't.
And I wish bitchfights between parents and offpring were morally supported cos then,
I would win hands down.

I feel like resculpting your face with my nails
That would simultaneously give you a new coat of blood-red paint
Killing two birds with one stone eh.
Red suits you, since you have nothing but rage in every fibre of your being.
And you could, but you don't wanna put out those flames.
So that's your problem.
Nothing you say is going to change me, or them.
It's you against us.
Deal with it.