Home Just In Communities Forums Beta Readers Dictionary Search Login Register Extras
Poetry » Politics » The False God font: B s : A A A . width: full 3/4 1/2
Author: The Original Bandit X
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst - Reviews: 7 - Published: 09-17-05 - Updated: 09-17-05 - id:2008976

The False God 7-14-2005

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...what I hate most is that I'm nothing without you.

My heart is breaking over this hate of mine,

I die a little every time.

You said you loved me but it was a lie.

I die a little more inside.

I'm so cold without you.

I'm so alone and I am nothing now.

I care for no one but you,

You care for no one at all.

I care for no one but you-

I hear you laugh when I fall.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you... what I hate most is that I'm nothing without you.

Don't rely on God, dear children,

Cry your tears alone-

If you cry them at his feet he'll hurt you.

Lord on high; he cares for no one,

To love will cause you pain.

Your gaurdian angels burn in Hell-

No more to catch you should you stumble,

Tis better not to love at all.

I care for no one but you,

You never seem to hear my call.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you...what I hate most is...Loving you.



Return to Top