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 own it goes around and stays alone; My hatred is like a disaster it kills, and rarely wander; My hatred is like a lifetime ending Once 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 intentions and never brings back attention; Opens my soul and lets it drown; Once I hate, I always hate because 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 den My heart is more gallant than all these Because my courage’s has come to me
Splendour 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 eminence Because 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 spring Surging forth from my lungs My heart is like a burning ember Glowing defiantly for unending centuries My heart is like a prancing deer Overjoyously waltzing through a sprawling wood My heart is gladder than all these Because my love has come to me
Bring platinum platters of plump, ripe fruits To weave into the finest meals Preserve this day in transparent crystal and honey amber Grown from the blood of trees Construct grand, engraved obelisks In limestone with silver embroidery Because the birthday of my life Is 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 these Because my love has come to me
Paint 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 day Because the birthday of my life Is come, my love is come to me
My heart is like a bleeding soldier Left to die on the mud-covered battlefield My heart is like an emaciated, stray dog Lingering in the reticent streets My hear is like a withered leaf Desperately clinging on to its branch My heart is more forsaken than all these Because abandonment has come to me
Leave me in a cold, concrete room Surround me with piercing, barbed wires Blanket me with a cloak of invisibility And trample with the feet of those who know love Besiege me with jovial, heartfelt families As I continue to acknowledge my deserted heart Because at the abyss of my heart has come, Abandonment has come to me.
My heart is like a hungry flame feasting upon what lies ahead My heart is like a possessive urge desperate to have, rather than earn My heart is like an unbreakable cage ready to trap her away from others My heart is more greedy than all of these Because my love has come to me
Eliminate those who show her love to let her know she's mine Manipulate her mind, blind her eyes to only think of me all the time Kill her upon my death so even death cannot take her away from me Because the love of my life is come, the greediness has come to me.
My heart is like a triumphant Olympian, Exulting delirium from the highest peaks of the worlds My heart is like a charged canon, Thrusting with momentum across clear blue skies My heart is like a drumming beehive, Thumping with drone of the bees My 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 royalty Summon the finest jesters and symphonies, And enchant me with a blanket of melodies Write fine pieces of literature, In reminiscence and awe of this monumental day Because the birthday of my life Is come, my prize has come to me.
My heart is like fallen leaves crumpled and fragmented on the cold pavement; My heart is like a dear friend clinging on in a warm embrace for the last time; My heart is like a summers day when the skies are overcast with shadows; My heart is dismal than all these Because 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 memories Because the finale of my life Is come, my love has come to me.
My heart is like a raging fire
ReplyDeletethat 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 own
ReplyDeleteit goes around and stays alone;
My hatred is like a disaster
it kills, and rarely wander;
My hatred is like a lifetime ending
Once 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 intentions
and never brings back attention;
Opens my soul
and lets it drown;
Once I hate, I always hate
because my darkness is come to me.
My heart is like a heroic child
ReplyDeleteprotesting 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 den
My heart is more gallant than all these
Because my courage’s has come to me
Splendour 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 eminence
Because the pivotal of my life
Is come, my courage has come to me
My final breath is like a cheated mother
ReplyDeletelearning 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 spring
ReplyDeleteSurging forth from my lungs
My heart is like a burning ember
Glowing defiantly for unending centuries
My heart is like a prancing deer
Overjoyously waltzing through a sprawling wood
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love has come to me
Bring platinum platters of plump, ripe fruits
To weave into the finest meals
Preserve this day in transparent crystal and honey amber
Grown from the blood of trees
Construct grand, engraved obelisks
In limestone with silver embroidery
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me
My heart is like a cloudless day,
ReplyDeletewith 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 these
Because my love has come to me
Paint 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 day
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me
My heart is like a bleeding soldier
ReplyDeleteLeft to die on the mud-covered battlefield
My heart is like an emaciated, stray dog
Lingering in the reticent streets
My hear is like a withered leaf
Desperately clinging on to its branch
My heart is more forsaken than all these
Because abandonment has come to me
Leave me in a cold, concrete room
Surround me with piercing, barbed wires
Blanket me with a cloak of invisibility
And trample with the feet of those who know love
Besiege me with jovial, heartfelt families
As I continue to acknowledge my deserted heart
Because at the abyss of my heart has come,
Abandonment has come to me.
My heart is like a hungry flame
ReplyDeletefeasting upon what lies ahead
My heart is like a possessive urge
desperate to have, rather than earn
My heart is like an unbreakable cage
ready to trap her away from others
My heart is more greedy than all of these
Because my love has come to me
Eliminate those who show her love
to let her know she's mine
Manipulate her mind, blind her eyes
to only think of me all the time
Kill her upon my death
so even death cannot take her away from me
Because the love of my life
is come, the greediness has come to me.
My heart is like a triumphant Olympian,
ReplyDeleteExulting delirium from the highest peaks of the worlds
My heart is like a charged canon,
Thrusting with momentum across clear blue skies
My heart is like a drumming beehive,
Thumping with drone of the bees
My 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 royalty
Summon the finest jesters and symphonies,
And enchant me with a blanket of melodies
Write fine pieces of literature,
In reminiscence and awe of this monumental day
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my prize has come to me.
My heart is like fallen leaves
ReplyDeletecrumpled and fragmented on the cold pavement;
My heart is like a dear friend
clinging on in a warm embrace for the last time;
My heart is like a summers day
when the skies are overcast with shadows;
My heart is dismal than all these
Because 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 memories
Because the finale of my life
Is come, my love has come to me.