I don't own anything but the poems!
Zim:
Fires are blazing, hateful yet amazing.
The wind is singing, my antennas are ringing.
I hate this feeling, horrible yet appealing.
Not matter the place I see his face.
It comes to this, I hope I miss,
The shot that will end, his life at amend.
He wants me dead, so I read.
In a journal, so red,
That blood almost sped from the journal cover I read.
If he would give up, I would sit up.
And say the feelings that I feel, I hate this feeling, horrible yet appealing.
is this an ending or is this a beginning.
Dib:
Fires are blazing, hateful yet amazing.
The wind is singing, my ears are ringing.
I love this feeling, it's amazing and appealing.
No matter how hard, I can't get a shard,
To pierce is veiny neck.
I hope I miss, I want to kiss,
His nonexistent lips.
i love him dead, It can't be fed,
the hunger for him, his mind so thin.
but I can't disappoint the one who points my future in the right direction.
If he should give up, I would stand up,
And say the feelings the I feel for him. I love this feeling, it's amazing and appealing.
is this an ending or is this a beginning.