The Hate That Fuels Me

by Craig Rose   Nov 16, 2012


It's as though your finger are down my throat,
And I try so very hard not to choke,
But to throw away all of the pain,
Until nothing but my Hate remains.

So here I am again,
Walking all alone,
In this world that is so dark,
With my Feelings that are so cold,

Oh, just one last time,
I'd like to see your face,
Burning, in this place,
MY place,
My hell...

It's real,
And it's here and now,
Where it's always been,
Deep inside of my heart,
The fueling fire, within.

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