Top Blog: Engrossed in your anger, to die in your pain. To live on more day, to die one less sane. Fear me, for your life, fear all you don't know, Cry in pain, writhe in anguish, bestill in sorrow. I see you everyday, you make me sick and ugly ill, For a gun to shoot you, I would enjoy the thrill. For who are you compared to me? A sickly being is all I see.