vandetta's victim

Kill my will, burn my heart,
with all the forces subject me to torment,
slit my throat, make me drown,
suffocate in my own blood filling my lungs
let me feel the life drain,
wont hurt like your absence does,
I hear my soul scream, wither in pain,
in a blood curlding scream,
how would you know?
why would you even care,
even consider? Why?
not that love is a path of flowers,
nor is loving you one,
loving you makes me realize,
we exist, we shape and redefine life.


(vandetta's victim)
Noun: Vandetta : van’ detu
A feud in which members of the opposing parties murder each other.