This shore of madness opening around me,
lets me realize there is none,
there is no one there,
there is no pain, fear, death
only Hate.

you live this feeling everyday,
responding the only way you can convince yourself,
bleeding yourself clean, till there is no life left,
only your hatred in itself,
the blank rhythmic patterns returning in your mind,
only seeing what was left behind.

your forever feeling blind,
having this sick blackness to run to in the night you scream with nothing to
say only silence reigns,
brings hate forth to carry your soul home to the one place it truly
belongs,
seeing there is no faith,
just emptiness.

 
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