this is about how my cousins look down on me and how they pretend to like me, we all have family like that or most of us atleast
The keys to hell
open doors for evil fiends to dwell
these people are my cousins
flesh and blood they are suppose to be
remember me when I was down on poverty
amateur acts like they cared, but that was devastating
tenderly me thought of you as somebody
someone I could trust, not on me for you to bust
rest assure I finally realized
like wind you are felt and heard
our paths meet when you passed by
as I am the leaf that is left with burden
brown, seared and left trodden
tick you are gone tock my life goes on
like your superior
hovering me through the air
a quick chat and then a sudden drop
our paths that met, during that drift
we had nothing to mention
as i sat long and vanished
desiderated turned into burnt ashes
Where my life flashes with you making it disastrous
the keys to hell
I wish for calamity wishing for your demise
wishing for the fear and pain for once in your eyes
Dies, a wish that is breaking me in two. On one hand
I wish it was true but on another hand this wish has
My gut in a twist…