it’s a fire
a passionate hatred
a fire within you
that burns within me
we’re all
trying our best
i cannot rest
until you are dead
white wolf, dark wolf
cup stays half full
shadow worn like a cape
hang on my back and pull me down
i thought about you yesterday
if i would see your face today
if i did i’d run away
confronting you would only make me sick
lick your ice cream cone
throw a tantrum
throw yourself a bone
throw it all away