Do not touch me.
I do not care.
Go to your pathetic ways.
Your existence is worthless.
Leave.
I hate you.
Herbivore.
If you dare show your face again,
I will bite you to death,
And assure your appearance in a grave.
I despise your meaningless ways.
I do not care what becomes of you.
If you burn into bits of ashes,
So be it.
I will not be in your funeral.
Your life is not worth living.
If I can kill you with my owns hands,
I will.
Now leave.
I do not want to see your face.
Herbivore.
I loathe your ludicrous self this moment.
. . .
F**k this s**t.
I do not care.
x STORM r i o t · Wed Aug 05, 2009 @ 05:54am · 14 Comments |