If there was never a word that I could offer,
There was not enough hatred,
Not enough venom to descrive such a person.
I'll throw you not one raindrop,
If you are burning,
Burning away in your own fear and fury.
I write my life, so I write said words with pen,
I regret none of these words,
Because I cannot erase them.
Tens of thousands, trickles of blood,
Like acid, all inside me,
Yet I'd live with it,
Leave it burning,
Just so long as it had more on me than you.
Trusted you, feared you,
And left everything I had fall,
Cascading deeper and deeper,
Into a big maze,
Lost, with no way out.
I'd kill and I'd die, I'd scream, even lie,
To keep a sustainable distance,
From even one glance.
For your eyes to me,
Are like a starved, ficious lion,
So judging, so harsh,
But, your's have not one ounce of pride,
Nor one hint of courage.
