The Destined - Poem by Satan's Sibling
Duress and lies,
Both I despise,
Caused by this redheaded girl.
She tore my heart apart,
Right from the start,
Within the black vortex swirl.
Thought of death, self inflicted,
I nearly did trip it,
Due to this demonic spell.
Now i just hate,
Sympathy comes too late,
For I now hope she burns in Hell.
Comments about The Destined by Satan's Sibling
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You