Slow, Fatal Blows
 

I gaze into your eyes in attempt to burn them with mine,
the firery hell from within me is released in slow, solemn strides,
the site of you happy pains me and angers me more,
bliss in both of our lives is something that deepens these sores,

I extended my branches in the past to pull you from rivers,
now I recount those times an my own actions cause shivers,
I should've let you die and kept straight-forth in my path,
but now that you've crossed me, I unleash this new rath,

the tainted feel of betrayal is salt poured on my wounds,
now I die in half-lifes becuz I refuse my own tombs,
a lost soul faintly walking stalking you down just to kill,
no objects can stop me and no desire weakens my will,

when you and I clash, the sparks of battle shall flash,
enlightening those arounds us of the past that we once had,
I hate you with both minds possessed within mine,
each one hoping to beat you with slow, solemn strikes......

Erk, holla back acha girl. * wink *... ha-ha

hot! i liked it. alot of feeling in it.
fav part :"the tainted feel of betrayal is salt poured on my wounds, now I die in half-lifes becuz I refuse my own tombs,
a lost soul faintly walking stalking you down just to kill,
no objects can stop me and no desire weakens my will,"

who was that for

For people I don't like