A feeding support's poetry

I just remembered a game I had some time ago after a losing streak as {{champion:223}} , I kept feeding an extremely good {{champion:67}} player and my {{champion:17}} adc was trashtalking me in his language from the start ( I actually like most swedish people tho :> ) I really wanted to eat him up and let Vayne kill him, but instead I made this after the game to put the rage to rest by being creative :3 I'll now share it cause it's wasted on my desktop as a txt file. Based on Hurt - Nine Inch Nails (Johnny Cash made a famous cover of that song in case you only knew that one): I hurt myself today to see if I still feed I focus on the Vayne the only thing that's real the teemo tears a hole the old familiar (troll) pick try to kill her, all the way but I'm failing every lick What have I become? My swedish friend everyone I know goes away, in the end And you could have it all my empire of wards I will let you die I will make you hurt I wear this crown of flames upon my jungler's chat full of broken champs Riot cannot repair. Beneath the strains of Tahm the feelings disappear You fed someone else I am still right here (dead) What have I become? My feeding friend Everyone I know dies away, in the end and you could have it all my empire of wards I will keep you down I will make you hurt If I could start again A million deaths away I would feed myself I would find a way. :<
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