My Own Personal Hate for YouI want to see your murderAnd spare you no sufferingJust to hear you screamWould comfort meNot an ounce of pain to wasteAs I stomp your faceI'd celebrateWith all my hateIf Death were a form of artI'd make yours my life's workSnap your limbs to make you hurtI'd prove my worthIf I were sureThat it would mean your deathForget the restI know I'd gloatIf I could chokeAnd slit your throatI'd make you a human sacrificeBring you backJust to kill you twiceDon't ask whyI want you deadAnd out of my headWanna snap your neckMake your face a wreakWith my own handsGouge your eyes andCrush your ribsNee
Murder MeMurder meWith all your heart Ill never seeWith all the love thats never hereAbandon meLeave me by the seaBy the ocean that feels emptyLet your sky dance free,while these eyes are closed eternallyMurder meIf thats what it takes to keep you nearNear me.27.07.200710:05 a.m.