That Foul Feeling
When that Green eyed monster comes to visit
I tremble with spite,
An utter bitterness consumes my being
And all the good I know is confused
by the splattering of boiling blood.
It is only when I command the monster to leave
I can see the light again.
nov/10
I tremble with spite,
An utter bitterness consumes my being
And all the good I know is confused
by the splattering of boiling blood.
It is only when I command the monster to leave
I can see the light again.
nov/10
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