Apr 2013
if i were you
and i read my poetry
i'd hate myself
and wish to feel
every needle sting.
see your torment,
with glowing red eyes
the angel of death
i will avenge
my fractured innocence.
and i read my poetry
i'd hate myself
and wish to feel
every needle sting.
see your torment,
with glowing red eyes
the angel of death
i will avenge
my fractured innocence.
