Burning Desire
Fire burns my thoughts
while my anger ignites
wretched fiends distraught
with my cruelty at such heights
engulfed in this hatred
death i wish upon you
painfully, I've sat and waited
It's all I can do
my hate grows stronger
as the days go by
cut and bleeding
is how i hope you lie
I just hope you die
O why dont you just die
Your love is fake
and hers you take
just so bad i cry
... for yours to die.
by
TrainWreckageposted on 01/29/2008
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