The loathe that I feel for you
is more than mere words can convey.
Your existence pains my soul,
your face torments my dreams.
As a wake of suffering
sweeps out from your heels,
your majesty grows,
and love continues to flourish.
You lost a fair or two on your journey to the top,
but that's of no concern
to the high and mighty zenith
you call a humble home.
I hate your conceited walk,
I hate your cocky smile,
I hate your false charms that woo
even the sweetest flowers from their pot;
I hate everything you stand for.
And then, I shattered the mirror.
is more than mere words can convey.
Your existence pains my soul,
your face torments my dreams.
As a wake of suffering
sweeps out from your heels,
your majesty grows,
and love continues to flourish.
You lost a fair or two on your journey to the top,
but that's of no concern
to the high and mighty zenith
you call a humble home.
I hate your conceited walk,
I hate your cocky smile,
I hate your false charms that woo
even the sweetest flowers from their pot;
I hate everything you stand for.
And then, I shattered the mirror.
