Wrath

It was your absence that made me cry
It was your presence that made my shy

I could never handle the thought of you
I wanted one; you always wanted two

You should have just left me alone
You shouldn’t have met me, seen me or phoned

So think hard; listen to me
So go away; be free of me

We’re done! You shouldn’t be close
Even in death; I’m haunted by your ghost

I hate you; I have no need of insanity
My life is fun; one of levity

I beg of you; let me live free
Your absence alone brings me glee

Goodbye my friend; I knew you well!
Farewell “Wrath”; I’ll see you in Hell!

Thursday, January 19th 2006