I want to rip your throat out,
You've got no idea how much
I'm just wanting to burn your house down,
All the way to the ground,
You've got no idea I know what I know,
And when I tell you rememeber
when you ask for another blow,
I swear to God I want you to die,
I want to see you fry,
And I saw you with it,
In your truck,
Don't you dare tell me now that you wanna fuck,
I'll watch you from a far,
And I'll be waiting to take you to your truck,
To the nearest cliff and I swear I want to drive you off,
Goodbye,Goodbye,
Your death is what I want,
Or at least your pain,
I want your pain in my hands,
And I want it now,
Give it to me,
Because either way I'm taking you down,
I'm taking you down!
A contest entry
- The Cheaters Club by alaskanamber.
450 points, ended February 14, 2008, 24 entries
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Comments
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I love the anger and the imagery here. Sort of reminds me of a piece I wrote. Rage, one of the many steps of grieving lost love. Thanks for entering and good luck.
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Ouch. The anger that flow from this poem almost sings you as you read the lines. I think you could have made the words a little bit more flowing in some places.. But, overall, very nice
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I see such amazing emotion mainly anger flowing thorugh this poem. But then again by the contest entry I belive your talking about a cheater, those people deserve to be taken down.



