Heartless
You hold out your hand. I was unsure at the start. But you knew I would do it. I handed you my heart. You held it in your hand. And with a grin you made fun of me. My heart would have stopped. If you hadn't crushed it in front of me! Revenge is the sweetest. I did not choose to start this. You beg as I hold your heart in my hand. But thanks to you I am heartless! You took away my sense of affection You stole my only sense of direction You changed my entire complexion When you crushed my most prized possession NowI have inherited your disease Now its you who begs onyour knees Ask me to stop, I want you to plead Your heart bleeds as I begin to squeeze As I squeeze I know you hear it You hear the scream of your own spirit Death is so close, relax as you near it Mother, youcreated a monster. Now fear it.
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justmort
I am 20 years old, fresh out of boot camp. Infantry for life, hooah.
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