you’re not a dealer .
I’m not a game .
if my life’s so interesting .
yours must be lame .
The hand you’ve dealt me
It bears your name
It’s coming back to you again
I’m going to make sure
You get the same
AND I’LL
add in some suffering
to compliment your pain
every time you expect the sun
I ll pray that it rains
let it wash away all good things
amplify your desires
And ignore your needs
you’re not a work of art
but a mosaic of misery
Soon to be forgotten history
you are absence in time of need
Start a famine cuz you are the hunger
Un illumination- No lightning
you are the boom of empty thunder
less then exciting
Without the promise of rain
a sole spark igniting ..nothing
You are insomnia when I want slumber
You are an enemy when I need a lover
I am cursed everytime I hear your name
Hollow except the promise of pain
Fucking crazy but not insane
You are accountable
you are to blame
I will have retribution
Open a vein
