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.