HYPVCRISY
CVLD BLVVDED
YOU ALL CRITICIZE MY ACTIONS BUT DON'T NOTICE YOURS, TRY TO KILL ME WITH CROWD PRESSURE, ADD MORE DROPS OF BLOOD TO MY HATRED FOR THE WHOLE WORLD, SOMEDAY I'LL JUST BREAK DOWN, BURN OUT WITH PATIENCE, AND RIDE A KNIFE ACROSS YOUR FACES, I AIN'T GIVE NO SECOND CHANCES Bruh, You destroy the concept of trust, I'll destroy the likes of you to the last, THERE'S A RAGE IN MY HEART FOR YOU ALL, You're a waste of air, I'LL TAKE IT FROM Y'ALL, For you this shit's not fair, BUT THERE'S NOTHING LEFT FOR ME, I'm tired of your words, I'm slittin' your throat, All patience has run out, drown in your own rot, Your actions won't go unnoticed, You've no good motives, I may tie and lead you to the forest, Anyway, without you, this world would be brighter, Nothing in the world will make you holy, You're just poison hurting people you are not fallen I'm the grim reaper, I'll reap your life, If I dig deeper, All lies will be revealed from the inside, Try to turn a blind eye, Either way, your life'll be cut short by my scythe, THERE'S NO OTHER WAY, GET USED TO SUFFERIN'...
2021-07-13 13:05:32
0
0
Інші вірші поета
SMILE MASK Who Am I? CHRØNIC PØVERTY I'M SØRRØWFUL
Інші поети
Anna Sparrows
@birdwithword
Схожі вірші
Всі
Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
shadowlinxxx morgan
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
45
8
4292
I Saw a Dream
Ілва Стрілецька
I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.
102
15
16441