my hate is built on grief, a l-st for revenge to ease the guilt. a condition
of helplessness where you’re suffering is my only cure. i worship the
bitterness to increase the pain and prolong the mourning. remorse means
nothing at all my hate has blinded me.
i am what is remembered, what i do is what remains.
dark tunes break the silence, as my fear withers i grief my loss. the dawn
of solitude is the end of my happiness.
i am what is remembered, what i do is what remains. the memories will fade
away, they will be buried in time.
i can no longer see the boundaries that keep me sane. i am all instinct now,
flesh is flesh and hate is all. no hope only bitter feelings, it’s all
unreal no comprehension. i am shattered the past is gone, only hate prolongs
i am what is remembered, my malice is what remains.