That Night Iv:From Angst To Missing Desires

For my fears are distrought to wits ends of sanity It won't be long until I break to die Blood, scars, and scabs made me sweat with disease Amental plague she became to destroy What I considered life and love With Death's hand at my throat, To avoid killing her, pleaseurable revenge, I fell for another's kiss Exhausting my hate to mear extinction The next-to-last wish made its way to the top My anxiety grew as the tension built Because her first look hatched chills But it won't be long before missing her becomes a habit And this story becomes a legend