Fire, destruction
Desolation in wake.
It's beautiful, glorious,
It's what I love to make.
I'll bathe in their blood
And fill them with fear.
I have a violent purpose,
and I'm coming for you, dear.
I want to conquer,
To bring kings to their knees.
I taste victory,
and it tastes so sweet.
So what if they hate me?
If I rule the world,
There's nothing they can do.
Their blood swirls down the drain.
Upon my enemies, I bring the rain.
YOU ARE READING
Sure, Thanks, I am Fine
PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
