Your Pain

by Johnnys Medicine   Oct 8, 2007


I walk through the halls
blood of my enemy’s
drips from the walls.

I wish they were all
in my outstretched hands
to crush them like a morbid doll.

My hate for them swells
like a broken knee
your death rings in my ears like church bells.

The broken glass in your eyes
makes me swell with glee
I love the sound of your cries.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Broken Hearted

    I wrote something similar this very well done! do you mind telling me your insperation for it?

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