Saturday, December 15, 2007

A Little Me

Mocking, laughing , pointing at me,
Unfelt sweet words of care.
A stranger with all those i know,
Trying to hide it, but it always will show.

Rising blood lust, self hate,
I will hurt me, so u will escape.
Not wanting, yet i will go to pain,
Burning hate and rivers of blood i'l gain.

A little love and bit more of hate,
If you want to save me, your just late.
I dont love to live, not like this,
But i cant take this change.

All i want is to sleep,
Pile up and burn in my hate heap.
Im just a boy who wants some fun,
You still wanna know why i point a gun?

2 comments:

Florence R. said...

What kind of gun do you have? =)


Is there any love left?

My Foot? said...

"Burning hate and rivers of blood i'l gain."

neat B-)