Let’s jump off a 10 storey building
Just let the time bomb detonate
Because spite’s a terrible, terrible thing
It’s the cousin, of the black sheep of the family; hate.

Nobody can break my bones,
Armed only with sticks and stones,
But words are the bullets, and my life is the bet,
In this game of Russian Roulette. Russian Roulette.

Your disguise is so last season,
Take off the shroud, black is not your shade,
I’d hire the hit-man, we all know the reason,
But no, I know that he’ll never get paid.

Your lips taste faintly of acetone,
Trying to kill me with a kiss?
Trying to stab me with a moan?
Just remember, that I’ll remember this.

that is insanely amazing .
i understand how you feel i think. but honestly.. u have talent

this is extremely amazing you have a great talent. i also feel the same way you do see what you think of my poem...
i pull the fire
from within
the blasts satisfies
my angry tension
hatred and fear
my life is a fire
with sparks flying
every which way
i cant escape the fire
the flames enclose me
until i burn
in a chamber of hell

wow...that had bite.