Death by Slander.

by Michael Shrawder   Jun 9, 2009


Every time you look into the mirror:
I hope you hate every second of it
The only thing you'll see, is me

You're not going to be some sort of hero
Especially with me as your villan
Especially when you're me

If this is really what you want
Go for it.
Finish me
I don't think you have it in you
I KNOW you don't have it in you

That's the difference between us
You start shit
I finish it.
Aside from that
We're exactly the same

As much as you want to call me:
A liar, backstabber, doubel-crosser
...I'm you

-And there's nothing you can do about it

You think you hate me?
You haven't seen hate.
But believe me
-You'll feel it

You think you've felt pain
You haven't felt pain
But believe me
-You'll experience it...first hand

I could have made this easy on you
But hell would freeze over before i let you off easy
I want you to feel the pain i felt everyday
I want the WORLD to feel the hate i have for you
So why not make you the villan

I'm pulling all the strings here
You're just along for the ride
Buckle up kid.
It's gonna get bumpy

Death by slander.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Hellie

    Eeek.
    i just love this poem!