• Hate is an ugly thing
    But useful and effective all the same
    Heart pounding in my head, waiting for the bells to ring
    The voices,everywhere, driving me insane
    Rage flowing through my veins like liquid fire
    The voices, screaming violent whispers, tell a story to me of death
    That I should bring upon the people killing, blood, and torture
    I dont know if i should stop or continue with this dread
    In this setting, pouring rain aids thy will
    Too fast to be seen, no way to escape
    In a way I enjoy the shrilling thrill
    Using darkness as my cape
    No sun shines after im done
    Now I die, no longer on the run