Perfect Yet Cruel.

I'll slaughter you
You're not worth my tears
Nor my thoughts.


Your life
Oh so f*****g perfect
Yet you're killing others on the inside
You f*****g b***h.


You called me a s**t load of s****y names
Too many to name
I'm not like a doorknob
I'm more like a casino
Only the lucky ones gets me.


I'm watching you
My eyes follows every single step of yours
You can't escape
Escape the hate I feel of you.


Your time has come
You're dead by dawn
I'll spit you in the face
You're just a piece of s**t.


Say goodbye to everyone you know
Your dead will last forever.

Author's Note

Ignore Grammar Problems Please.
Honest Opinion.

Reviews

[fallen.angel.]

'I'm not like a doorknob. I'm more like a casino. Only the lucky ones gets me."
Ahaha, I love that line.
The poem is full of anger and pain... I feel evil reading it !! Ahahha
Wonderful work =]