To Matt

by Wings Of Flames   Aug 26, 2007


I worshiped your aura,
You pull me down to you,
I linger in the shadows,
Into the broken few,

You waste all my feeling,
A pathetic token now,
I'm all but a trophy,
Now I'm left wondering, how?

You whisper in their ears,
And I can't understand,
After all I had done,
I won't take your hand,

The hate hidden deep,
Has risen to your grace,
The vengance I feel inside,
And the darkness in your face,

I want to take your world,
Break you all apart,
You'll never ever understand,
How much I hate your heart,

Take me to the cellar,
And I'll cause you pain,
Take me to your little world,
Where you are so very vain.

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