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Author: Black Alya Wolf
Fiction Rated: T - English - Drama/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 01-15-07 - Updated: 01-15-07 - Complete - id:2304770

Hatred

Why do I stare at the ceiling above me,

Suppressed by all of my childish fears?

Why can I not see,

Through what I’ve dubbed my fantasy?

My utter incapability always brings me to tears,

For in my soul all I have found are shattered remains.

Chorus:

I hate myself, for all the worry I’ve caused you.

I abhor who I was, for the fool I’ve always been.

I despise my nature, for little I’ve gone through.

I loathe my cowardice, for now I have no friend.

My chance has gone,

All words lost in song.

This raging madness is all I know anymore.

Now that you’re gone, what can I possibly live for?

My life was taken the moment yours was, too.

(Repeat Chorus)

Why did I think that my childhood would last,

Wrought with all the magic and wonders of the world?

Save me, God, for I’m growing way too fast;

I fear nothing in the world but what others think of me.

My mask is too flawless for anyone to see

What I truly think, and that I really, really care.

(Repeat Chorus 3x)



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