I Am My Own Idol

Riped Asunder
disfigured, twsited and mangled thoughts, what will be the final straw? I thought i saw all these things in you, i counted on you, looked up to you at every turn but ive finaly come to realize you are no shineing star, you are no golden messiah, you are just a pathetic misccreant with no soul, tonight i only look up to my self, and as u left me when i needed u most ive become stronger through hate, at dawn i shall take my revenge, at dawn your head will be placed apon your mantel, at dawn your intestines will glisten and hang form your balcony, and at dawn your final lifes lesson will be in death