There’s poison running through my veins
I hear they call it hate.
It comes from somewhere deep within;
I feel it is my fate.
It’s my luck to be mortal, and
Be wounded in my soul.
I fear I’ll always be alone
My heart; a gaping hole.
And I blame you for these painful tears
That wash away my guise.
I only wish that I could see
Some truth within your lies.

A/N: Cliché, kind of unfinished I suppose. Nyarr ¬_¬

Just needed to say something I guess ;P