Him

Him

He hates the world,
he’ll let it burn,
but he loves me.

He pities the damned,
only to see them hanged,
but he loves me.

He hates your guts,
he’ll spit all over your grave,
but he loves me.

Secretly, he hates himself,
he’ll put it all in a bottle,
save it for a rainy day.

He is his own demon,
but he’ll rather see the world burn,
than see his misery uncorked. 

So I’ll be his rock,
I'll be his glass.

And he’ll be the pebble in my shoe.

But I love him.

Regardless
of
him