Through Those Eyes
I thought he was my friend,
I never wanted our time to end.
He was someone I could trust.
All those time, it was like lust.
But when he left me, love I badly scavaged.
After that I wish that he was badly ravaged,
blood in his pelt, amber furrred,
gaze small and blurred,
orange eyes glazed with death.
I will tear him apart with my very own last breath.
How I despise my friend,
and now I want him to end.
Badly.
Gladly.
