Thursday, November 6, 2008
; 11:54 PM
In hatred of a woman scorned
Making me wish she never was born
Of years and years of endless vile
There's hardly nothing left
To reconcile
A twist of fate that brought us near
Yet you tear me up
With your twisted shears
It rather be beheaded with a long sharp knife
Then live in misery and wither in strife
They say hate is of the strongest of words
But I see red
When yourself's unfurled
It's time we cut these ties And set them free
It comes of a time
I'd rather it be you
Then it be me
I say these words
I've thought with clear cut feelings
I spent much of my life entwined
In self serving dealings
Better I accept a relationship demised
Then wind up a dead mortal
6 feet under...
I'd lie.
So fly away
With your wings of evil
No longer is Satans' disciple
Revered or concealed.
