you'll never be good enough
before i love you, we'll rot
i hate you more than life
and that's saying a lot
burn my eyes so i can't see your face
spear my ears so i can't hear you talk
you make me want to kill something
so why don't you take a walk?
everybody in the whole place
wants to see you bleed
and you can't see their hatred
because you're blinded by greed
you're so disgustingly pathetic
i'd hate to see you cry
oh, sorry, that's a nasty fib
i want to see you die
a/n: idk this one sucks but whatever
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poésiei won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
