my poem... bleh |
And the fire thats within me, Can only hold on, Can't you see, It's burning, And i just want to hurt you, I keep learning, Of those nasty things, The things you've done, For what brings, When I've won, Will be Hell, Will be torture, Can't you tell?, It will be a scorcher, I'm not well, Its your fault, Put me in a cell, And close the vault, For if i see you again, What i bring, Will be pain, Will be string, To rap, Around your filthy neck, And to strap, You to the deck, So lock me up, And feed me well, I drink from the death cup, And sell, Me up, Or down, To hell, Where i will drown.. |