I will bring mountains down around you.
I will throw you into the sea.
I will unleash my wrath upon your soul.
I will not accept defeat.
I will throw you into the fiery pit.
I will burn your flesh from bone.
I will ****** everyone you know.
I will tear apart your home.
I will leave you freezing in the snow.
I will not keep you warm.
I will control the elements.
I will help them take their form.
I will hang your loved ones from the trees.
I will make them feel the pain.
I will give you the thirst of a thousand years,
and I will never let it rain.

It's as if you've given up on me,
and given up on this.
I can feel it in your fingertips,
and the empty way you kiss.
I can hear it in your tone of voice,
and the lack of things you say.
I can smell it on your icy breath,
and the staleness of the day.
I can see it in your hollow eyes,
and the way you wring your hands.
I can taste it in my empty mouth.
A taste I cannot stand.

First, there was the sweetest boy,
who played the sweetest song.
He gave me all he had to give,
until all he had was gone.
I lapped up his love like a cat,
without the thankful purr.
And with nothing left to give me,
he left to play for her.

Next, there was the quiet boy,
with fangs beneath his lips.
He whispered all the things he felt,
and loved me with his hips.
But he could not keep his promises,
always wanting more.
The day he left it rained and rained.
I melted through the floor.

Then, there was the angry boy.
All he ever did was scream.
On quiet nights, when the wind is right,
I hear him in my dreams.
For him I would move mountains,
but I would probably do it wrong.
On minute, spitting in my face,
and the next minute he was gone.

Lastly, there was just a boy.
No words that can describe.
With a lack of substance to his mind,
but a fire in his eyes.
Though ever kind and caring,
my heart I could not give.
So, missing more than just my point,
he left our life to live.