serpentine backpedal

i know a boy who lives in constant delusion. reality is fucking fake. he excepts nothing as a consequence. i know a boy who thinks he's really something special. take away one thing though and his whole life comes crashing down. i know this boy and we used to be friends. i know this boy, and we came to an end. i told an honest bit of writ, and he couldn't take it so i said suck my shit. i know a boy who's a lowlife fuck and deserves to get carved up. he talks to her behind my back. face to face in confrontation, i won't think twice to knock him out. i swear by all the strength left in me. he won't have a fighting chance. when fueled by rage, i rarely stop. i hope i'm satisfied with the sight of his blood. last time i traveled down this road, i nearly broke a man's skull. by no means is this a brag of my power. it's a promise to strike the boy down, and more importantly, make sure he never gets up.