If hate formed in my being,
you would die.
If hate is all that I feel,
Then the silent screams would stop.
I will tear at your heart, and suck you dry.
You will call for help,
And I will be there.
Knife in hand, and gun at point.
You must die, for I will live.
you would die.
If hate is all that I feel,
Then the silent screams would stop.
I will tear at your heart, and suck you dry.
You will call for help,
And I will be there.
Knife in hand, and gun at point.
You must die, for I will live.