You're making me sick and miserable.
It it in your nature to inflict wounds
Of great and profound negativity.
Your cold presence inhibits happiness,
Imposing the permanent state of depression.
With or without a heart, your existence
Brings nothing but a cold touch
Of your undeserved attention
To the bodies and hearts of
The earthly creatures.
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
You're making me sick and miserable.
It it in your nature to inflict wounds
Of great and profound negativity.
Your cold presence inhibits happiness,
Imposing the permanent state of depression.
With or without a heart, your existence
Brings nothing but a cold touch
Of your undeserved attention
To the bodies and hearts of
The earthly creatures.
