Why , me ?
Does it have to be?
My emotion ,
My rose blood,
You, the leech.
All I am,
All you drain.
You seem to hate,
When I have good fate.
I keep asking why,
But there is no why,
Just how and when.
What will I order with my pain?
Maybe a side of confusion?
Yes, the usual.
Eat it well,
You wish it was my last meal.
Sorry to disappoint.
What for desert?
I believe she gave me suffering.
Seems you’re always my waiter.
Delivering every punishing plate,
That I must devour.
Later ,
Hits the heartburn of heart ache.
The stomach ache of self hate
Trapped, staring at this plate I just ate.
When will I stop,
Eating this bullcrap,
You’re feeding me?
Who knows.
Who knows.
Who knows.
Who knows when it will end?
How much on you, Will I spend?
On this never-ending trend.
I hate this game,
This unbeatable level.
Oh wait, that’s all of them.
No cheats,
Just defeats.
I can’t hate,
Though my mind gives you low rate.
Can I end this game? Seems too late.
A lifetime of hell,
While your life seems quite swell.
Okay my leech, wish you well.
One day, may you drain,
Another man , causing him pain.
Become his constant down pouring rain.
Destroy his joy.
But as of now,
I am no longer your toy.
So Long Leech.
By: Brandon Adams
Does it have to be?
My emotion ,
My rose blood,
You, the leech.
All I am,
All you drain.
You seem to hate,
When I have good fate.
I keep asking why,
But there is no why,
Just how and when.
What will I order with my pain?
Maybe a side of confusion?
Yes, the usual.
Eat it well,
You wish it was my last meal.
Sorry to disappoint.
What for desert?
I believe she gave me suffering.
Seems you’re always my waiter.
Delivering every punishing plate,
That I must devour.
Later ,
Hits the heartburn of heart ache.
The stomach ache of self hate
Trapped, staring at this plate I just ate.
When will I stop,
Eating this bullcrap,
You’re feeding me?
Who knows.
Who knows.
Who knows.
Who knows when it will end?
How much on you, Will I spend?
On this never-ending trend.
I hate this game,
This unbeatable level.
Oh wait, that’s all of them.
No cheats,
Just defeats.
I can’t hate,
Though my mind gives you low rate.
Can I end this game? Seems too late.
A lifetime of hell,
While your life seems quite swell.
Okay my leech, wish you well.
One day, may you drain,
Another man , causing him pain.
Become his constant down pouring rain.
Destroy his joy.
But as of now,
I am no longer your toy.
So Long Leech.
By: Brandon Adams