Hatred is something that I feel,
It's almost like an endless wheel,
I feel as if it flows in my veins,
And makes me think,
I'm going insane,
When I feel hatred,
I also feel really bad,
I feel that I am wrong,
And that's what makes me sad,
To hate is to die a very slow death,
And if my looks could kill,
Then everyone would breath,
Their very last breath,
When I hate I want to cry,
But I hold it all back,
Then heave a big sigh,
Because I know that I cannot let my hate get out,
For if I do then without a doubt,
I will surely break down,
And forget what life is about,
I have so much inside,
That I can't begin to tell,
I will just sit and let the demons within me,
Continue to dwell,
For if they come out,
All hell shall break loose,
And if that happens,
They are the gander,
You are the goose,
I cannot hold them back,
Anylonger I fear,
So whatever you do,
Don't let them get near,
They will destroy my form,
And come out to get yours,
So bolt up your soul,
And lock all of your doors,
For when they kill me,
And come for you,
I will not be there,
So don't ask me what to do,
You were never there for me,
And now paybacks a bitch,
So look for them everywhere,
In every hole and ditch,
My life really sucks,
So just hear me out,
I REALLY know what hatred is about,
I've felt it all my life,
And there has never been a change,
I think about how,
I can hardly contain my rage,
Never in my existance,
Have the demons been this close,
And I will not fight it,
I will just become a ghost,
Who walks among you,
And sees everything that you do.
4/15/97
| The Garden-1 | The Garden-2 | Anger |
| Why? | Friendship | Someday |
| Time | You | |
| Missing You | Death | Without You | Take Me Away |