There is a part of me,
An evil part of me,
That wishes to burn everything I have.
Because having nothing
Is safer.
This part of me
Asks evil questions.
"But is she enough?"
"Could you do better?"
"Is she the one?"
People like me,
With this evil part deep inside,
Were born
to die
alone.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
There is a part of me,
An evil part of me,
That wishes to burn everything I have.
Because having nothing
Is safer.
This part of me
Asks evil questions.
"But is she enough?"
"Could you do better?"
"Is she the one?"
People like me,
With this evil part deep inside,
Were born
to die
alone.
