A Few Cracked Eggs

If only you could see, if only you could know
This longing inside me to wrap my hands around your throat
A benevolent violence I keep for you, yearning
The anxiety relieved at the stench of you burning

If I could make you feel
Hatred for you that's real

Your mind made open along with your neck
To a bloody notion that you're a human wreck
Salvage you to pieces, a misunderstood salvation
Save face, save breath, and saviour palpitation

You learn at when you die
It actually saves life...

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