You call me ruthless
And perhaps I am.
I cannot count the lives I have taken,
I cannot mend the hearts I have broken.
When I want something,
I do not hesitate
To set everything in my path on fire.
And while it has cost me much,
I have much to fight for
And so, I do not think before I cause the damage.
And i don't believe i should,
For who wrongs me
Must pay for their wrongs.
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flares of these strange thoughts
PoetryStrange thoughts, thats one way to put it. A collection of some lines i came up with off the top of my convoluted head. To be frank, I'm not even sure if this is, as one would call it, poetry. The way all this came to be is, well, i think a lot. Abo...
