Description: This poem is my most purest and vivid form of anger and hatred. I focused on someone that I completely hate, and wrote exactly what I felt at my peak moment. I rarely feel this way towards anyone else.
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I want tears to fall from your eyes
I want blood to rain from your flesh
I hate you
I hate you
Iím happy your father died
I wish it was me that killed him
I if i had three wishes you would:
burn in hell
then die again
Why did you have to be my brother
Why did you have to ruin my life
To me your Godís first mistake
A huge waste of skin and life
170 pounds of phecies rolled up into a human being
A worthless soul
Your a horrible brother and an even worse father
If you canít raise emí donít help make emí
Not even filth, just plain out scum
And go ahead and call me a monster
You helped me to become one
If you have to rant, just don't call it poetry. I can understand that you may feel this way towards someone, but I would have kept the comment for the person intended. Hate mail is not something that's any fun to read surreptitiously, it just leads to indigestion.
Thats a lot of hatred to burn inside of everyone, just glad your venting it this way and not...yeh. You definetly put your hatred and remorse for him into this piece and it showed through, but still, as I said, thats a lot of hatred to burn inside of someone.
oh wow... damn... thats pretty hardout... good venting... i hope this made you somehow feel better. the image of blood raining from veins was very original (or atleast i aint ever read it before!) i think 'phecies' should be 'faeces' but other wise wow... im glad you dont hate me...