Why do I bother, why do I even try, Everyone seems happy, I just sit and cry, Why don’t they trust me, why don’t they care, One day I’ll trap them in my gripping snare, One day you’ll all listen, one day you’ll all be mine, You will all beg for mercy, clinging to my vine, That day won’t be soon enough, that day won’t be fast, That day will be mine, that day will be their last, There won’t be any mercy, there won’t be any quick death, I want you to suffer, I want to taste your last breath, It’s time for you to grant my wish, it’s time for you to die, It’s time for you to tell me, it’s time for you to say good-bye.
Reason for writing:
I can't remember the inspiration for this poem. I wrote
it in 1989.
Birth sign: Not entered
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