A spark of hate ignites my soul
(too many broken hearts)
I never wished to break the mold
(too many eyes upon me)
I just wish I could go back
(too many bridges burned)
To the way it used to be

I've slowly built this road to Hell
(too many good intentions)
And in my heart dark things now dwell
(too many shattered dreams)
I stare defiantly at my enemy
(too many times betrayed)
And I see my own reflection

I don't know how this poem will end
(too many scattered thoughts)
Or how long that I can fend
(too many misspent days)
I now find myself wondering
(too many idle seconds)
If I'll live before I die
Or if death and life can blend