The Kill:
If I cried you a river,
I would use it to drown you,
So you could choke on my sorrow,
Until you feel the way I do,
If my spilled blood was an ocean,
I would bathe you in red,
I would hold you down under,
Until you're finally dead,
If my hate was a forest,
I'd leave you cold and alone,
I would allow you to starve,
Until you're nothing but bone,
If my love was the air,
You would struggle for breath,
Because my love has now died,
And you'll follow it's death,
I will Fight to destroy you,
Until your heart remains still,
And in the end you will realize,
You're to blame for the kill.
ChocoTaco
poeticboy1220