I wrote this yesterday and wanted some outside opinions...so let me know what you think.
The butterflies have been devoured
By the spiders that you've left behind
That warm feeling has given way
To the boiling of my blood
Would you have been who you are
Had you known who I am
But now its just too late
I can't look away from your past
Whats left is rage, an uncontrollable pain
Hate without measure, hurt without pleasure
To die in my mind, a thousand times
And it makes me smile
To end my life, stop the suffering for a while
The things that you've told me
Don't match the things that I've seen
If there is truth in your words
They are buried far too deep
Would I have let you inside
Had I known what you are
But now its just too late
I won't look away from your past
Whats left is rage, an uncontrollable pain
Hate without measure, hurt without pleasure
To die in my mind, a thousand times
And it makes me smile
To end my life, stop the suffering for a while