Latin For Pain

Iíll share no more of my company with you.
Never shall I give you another second,
For you to choke me with your ignorance.
Infact, when youíre done robbing me of my feelings,
Perhaps youíd like me to give you an hourís worth.

Iíll share none of my compassion with you.
If you enjoy feeding off of pain, go drain your own soul,
Itís writhing with it, Iím sure.
But Iíll take none of it,
Sorrow is just another thing you lick.
Donít poison me; take the serum of your will and go.
Iíll share none of my reliefÖ


|Night Poetry|