I hope you drown, in all the sorrow that you create.
I’ll be the chains that hold you down.
I’ll destroy you.
For I am the devil, and im telling you to kill her.
I’ll make sure you remember me.
All these words that I say so freely, are all part of the song that I sing.
Isolation has torn us apart, So I raise you above the fire.
As I wrap the barbed wire around my neck.
I can hear your laugh, and it makes me sick.
Put your teeth on the curb, Ill make you kiss the very ground that your so called god made.
how does it taste? Lets become the childern of the night, This love is the kind you just cant hold.
You hold my heart in the palm of your hand.
Only to throw it into a pile of lies.
This sin that you have created with become the sin that you hated.

This poem was written/submitted by Chris Louer.