I hate you
With all my heart.
You trapped in
My grids like a bird.
Your skin is turning blue
From the poison of hatred.
You'll never win for anything.
Wasted! You've lives wasted.
I'm harvester of lives.
I'm your end, guys!
I'm your despondency!
I have tendency
To absorb people like
You. Wonder why?
I'm one of the evil ways.
You will burn painfully
Among the gray days.
Finger the push. In head bullet.
Despondency
© Copyright: Гратия Мэйор, 2018
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