this poem makes no sense at all. I wrote it during spanish,
and my teacher... well...she's from south america, and isn't too
fond of americans...never mind, just r&r please
Slipping down the winding river,
Drowing in your self disgust,
I am wind and I am fire,
You are earth so just sit still.
It is only habit,
It can be broken,
Just like you.
You've caused me pain,
It's time for vengence,
I've been waiting
For so long.