My heart is like a raging fire that is eager to devour;My heart is like an abandoned orphan instilled with vengeful loathe;My heart like an active volcano imminent to erupt;My heart compacts all of these Because rival has come to me.Etch it deep into the minds and wounds let fear be with the souls of oppressors;Slice through the hearts and brains and let blood drain the joy and peace;Raise me a glass of victory for the sun will shine constantly upon me;Because the foe of me the foe of life Is come, the loathe has pierced through me.
My hatred is like a shadow on its ownit goes around and stays alone;My hatred is like a disasterit kills, and rarely wander;My hatred is like a lifetime endingOnce it comes it often rings;My hatred is outrageous and indestructible because my darkness is come to me.Darkness strikes my heart and the gloominess haunts me down;Slaughters emotions, take away intentionsand never brings back attention;Opens my souland lets it drown;Once I hate, I always hatebecause my darkness is come to me.
My heart is like a heroic child protesting amongst the fighting crowd;My heart is like courageous solider lonesomely charging to his doom;My heart is like a questing knight approaching the dragons denMy heart is more gallant than all these Because my courage’s has come to meSplendour in divine plunders; enclosed in the merit of perseverance Conquer greatest fears with the face of your master; do not fall at petty feet Hoist the sails at first light; crusade for glory and great eminenceBecause the pivotal of my life Is come, my courage has come to me
My final breath is like a cheated mother learning to love a fruitless child.My final breath is like a sunken ship silently slumbering in its bed of rust.My final breath is like a lacerated soldier tearing the binds to a losing war.My heart is more accepting than all of these Because the scythe has come for me.Give me a bed of sparklers and garnets and a blanket of permanent departure.Brush golden dust on my casket to ablaze the infinite dark.Bring garlands and bouquets dripping with pearls to show the love of many.Because the ultimatum of my life is come, the scythe has come for me.
My heart is like a bubbling hot springSurging forth from my lungsMy heart is like a burning emberGlowing defiantly for unending centuriesMy heart is like a prancing deerOverjoyously waltzing through a sprawling woodMy heart is gladder than all theseBecause my love has come to meBring platinum platters of plump, ripe fruitsTo weave into the finest mealsPreserve this day in transparent crystal and honey amberGrown from the blood of treesConstruct grand, engraved obelisksIn limestone with silver embroideryBecause the birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me
My heart is like a cloudless day,with the sun gleaming in our eyes:My heart is like a drought covered country,at the first sight of rain;My heart is like the spark,that ignites a light is the dark;My heart is gladder than all of theseBecause my love has come to mePaint all the black walls orange,so they'll know we were here;Lets feast like Gods all day and night,and rejoice on this blissful day;Carve our names on this table,so when we return we will remember this dayBecause the birthday of my lifeIs come, my love is come to me
My heart is like a bleeding soldier Left to die on the mud-covered battlefieldMy heart is like an emaciated, stray dogLingering in the reticent streetsMy hear is like a withered leafDesperately clinging on to its branchMy heart is more forsaken than all theseBecause abandonment has come to meLeave me in a cold, concrete roomSurround me with piercing, barbed wiresBlanket me with a cloak of invisibility And trample with the feet of those who know loveBesiege me with jovial, heartfelt families As I continue to acknowledge my deserted heartBecause at the abyss of my heart has come,Abandonment has come to me.
My heart is like a hungry flamefeasting upon what lies aheadMy heart is like a possessive urgedesperate to have, rather than earnMy heart is like an unbreakable cageready to trap her away from othersMy heart is more greedy than all of theseBecause my love has come to meEliminate those who show her loveto let her know she's mineManipulate her mind, blind her eyesto only think of me all the timeKill her upon my deathso even death cannot take her away from meBecause the love of my lifeis come, the greediness has come to me.
My heart is like a triumphant Olympian,Exulting delirium from the highest peaks of the worldsMy heart is like a charged canon, Thrusting with momentum across clear blue skiesMy heart is like a drumming beehive,Thumping with drone of the beesMy heart is more prideful than all of these,Because my prize has come to me.Pile up medallions and trophies of pure gold,To adorn my neck and arms like royaltySummon the finest jesters and symphonies,And enchant me with a blanket of melodiesWrite fine pieces of literature,In reminiscence and awe of this monumental dayBecause the birthday of my lifeIs come, my prize has come to me.
My heart is like fallen leavescrumpled and fragmented on the cold pavement;My heart is like a dear friendclinging on in a warm embrace for the last time;My heart is like a summers daywhen the skies are overcast with shadows;My heart is dismal than all theseBecause my love has come to me.Light a candle with a stricken match, that reveals the calming scent of sulphur;Compose a few significant letters, and bind them with my personal seal;Carve my name into a rusted trinket, that enslaves my wrist from memoriesBecause the finale of my life Is come, my love has come to me.