I despise you, everything that you are.
You have the disguise of an angel, beautiful and fair.
In truth under the mask, you are a demon, with a matching heart.
I want to scratch your blue eyes out with my nails; I want to rip out your lovely hair.
I want to destroy you, just like you destroyed me; I want to be your torture.
The very thought of you makes me sick,
You are such a loathsome creature.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC
I despise you, everything that you are.
You have the disguise of an angel, beautiful and fair.
In truth under the mask, you are a demon, with a matching heart.
I want to scratch your blue eyes out with my nails; I want to rip out your lovely hair.
I want to destroy you, just like you destroyed me; I want to be your torture.
The very thought of you makes me sick,
You are such a loathsome creature.
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