Missing Manual

Why the fuck did you put me here
without telling me why,
I cower in this corner
and endlessly cry.

These tears of rage
are storms of my being,
you know I'll fight you
so you hide your face.

No modern-day ressurection,
because I'll grab you by the neck;
screaming like a banshee in your face.
You say you made me but gave no reason why,
would you care if I lay in a gutter to die?

Propagandized the masses
before they understood the word,
miracles prevent questions
from blind spectators.

Though I am not blind
and I'll smash you to pieces,
an inferno of punches as my fury increases.

You should have given me an answer
because now I'm lurking behind every cloud;
keep looking over your shoulder,

friend.