
| My Kind Of Hate
Author: King Krod von Bopper Being mad at yourself for not being who you want to be, but strangely also wanting that feeling.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Angst - Words: 212 - Published: 07-12-06 - id: 2209837
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Fuck the goals I'll never acheive
Fuck the love I swear I'll never find
Oh god, how I love to hate myself
Nooses holding up broken liquor bottles
Used their magic from the night before
I am found still laying on the floor
I need a new way to express introspection
Shards of memories, torched by rejection
The dreams you love to hate have returned
Fuck the songs I'll never write
Fuck the life I really want to have
Oh god, how I love to fuck myself over
Nosebleeds with the best of friends
A casual drink with a chemical-catastrophe
The art of death examined through these razor'd eyes
Can we ever accept our fate, the world will decide
The air of the room contained in a syringe
And the pinch of shoving it into skin
Fuck the children I'll never have
Fuck the words I couldn't bring myself to say
Oh god, how you love to see me shiver
Staring into a mirror, I can see myself decay
When I have the power, I'll wish it all away
If I were to close my eyes I'd still see my skin
And thats just the kind of hate I want to feel again
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