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Author: L. Cybert
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Angst - Reviews: 6 - Published: 03-05-05 - Updated: 03-05-05 - id:1850950

I'm the lost memory
I'm the broken past
I am the dead dreams
In vast eternal sleep

I'm the shadow of the earth
I'm as cold as the moon
I've stopped all of these things called 'feeling'
Except for the wonderful pain

This life's just an illusion
Dragging on each day
I don't want to live it,
But I'm forced to anyways

I don't want to live my life
I envy all everyone
But I don't wanna die
So I cling to my hatred
It burns so fast inside

Because I love my anger
I'll always tell you lies
Because I hate the human race
I'll drown it all in time

Because you think you know me
You always say I'm right
But when I'm forced to look at you
It's such a disgusting sight

I will let down
I will make you hurt
All of my true feelings
Are finally put to words

Are you satisfied with depression?
'Cause I know you don't really feel it
You lie to make yourself sound cool
And you know they all applaud you

But I refuse to cheer you on
Yes, you're 'oh so cool'
And you don't even know how revolting it is...
That you're my hatred's fuel



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