Little empty one no beat of
Love, you wish to pierce
Those hearts, drain any
Thought of affection.
You wish others to bleed your
Loneliness, of a body and
Heart empty of that feeling
Of companionship.
You will shoot those poisoned
Arrows, make them bleed, seep
The regrets that you indeed feel.
Little red one, little loveless demon
Why so much hate for you do not
Feel, you do not love, is it that you
Do not have a heart so you wish
Others to feel that what you have
No feeling of love.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
Little empty one no beat of
Love, you wish to pierce
Those hearts, drain any
Thought of affection.
You wish others to bleed your
Loneliness, of a body and
Heart empty of that feeling
Of companionship.
You will shoot those poisoned
Arrows, make them bleed, seep
The regrets that you indeed feel.
Little red one, little loveless demon
Why so much hate for you do not
Feel, you do not love, is it that you
Do not have a heart so you wish
Others to feel that what you have
No feeling of love.
