liar
Built upon your house of cards,
My heart in pieces, razor sharp shards.
Lies are what you do best,
Rodents, insects, you my pest.
You play with my feelings dear,
Checking out others with a leer.
Someday soon your time will come,
I'll make sure your days are done.
Deep within the depths of hell,
Brimstone, fire, a tolling bell.
All the times you fooled me girl,
Your heart's as tiny as a pearl.
Even though you think you've won,
I know you;ll never see the sun.
Fire cleanses I've been told.
Corpses, bones and bitter cold.
As you ponder what went wrong,
Satans minions sing a song.
I'm glad you're gone you evil whore,
As I speak, Hell spews forth more.
2007-11-04
06:12:01
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The Dark Prince
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