I don't know what it is about you
What keeps you grinning?
Tell me what I could possibly do
To stop you from winning
I wish that I could see you die
I only wish that I could kill
All I want is for you to cry
Your corpse in its coffin, cold and still
I wish I could find the strength
to kill you where you stand
I would go to any length
Hate marks my heart, a red hot brand
I hate you so much
Ebrace death, its cold loathing touch.
About Me
- InkAndVomit
- I never know what to say about myself.. Because every time I say my opinion about who I am, I'm told that it isn't true.. Don't ask how that works.. But here are some facts. My mind is pretty fucked up.. that may be a good or bad thing.. Depends who you are. I'm not very social.. I hate people with a passion. I'm not the most coperative person. I like to debate. And I would like to think that I'm fairly deep. So... I guess some of those were opinions.. but facts in a way too...
1 comment:
Ur a good writer. But it seems to me all you write about is sadness. But I guess thats a pretty good subject to tough.
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