Die, Die, Die
While i sit here and sigh
Holding you in Contempt
Feeling complete and Content
Babies never live long
To hear the lovely phoenix song
Thats filled with healing
That sets my heart peeling
The layers of Cold
That Grew so old
The extent of my hate
Will never rate
The torture on my play toy
Which is you, a pathetic excuse of a boy
Ill grant you Eternity...
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThis book is going to be a collection of all the poems that I have written throughout the years. Not many are good, and I'm still working on improving myself, but the thought of people reading them makes me happy. Please feel free to leave comments...
