Hate

January 11, 2009
By Anonymous

The dawn echoes the night with my glory
The sun himslef honours me.
I curse the day my dream became
My descent.
I long for you...



My only love.
Have I not earned this gift of beauty within?
I truly have become on of them.
My fatal flaw.
Yet eyes still glint with greed untold...
And how did I know it was you
Who said
"Your eulogy will be music to my ears"?
How did I know it was you
Who said
"I promise you, I will dance on your grave"?
How did I know it was you
Who said
"You tie the rope. I'll kick the chair"?
Oh yeah. You had me
Hook. Line. Sinker.





Cut the thread.



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