The Perfect Hate

Once upon a time I was strong.
Without a single wrong.
Once upon a time I was full of love.
Flying above life, like a dove.

How can that be true?
I should get a clue.
Now I am foolish and weak.
How could I be so meek?

The perfect hate?
And I would be the perfect bait.
Holding onto nothing, trying to make life a reality.
Loosing life a sanity.

Screw it, i'm done.
But this game has just begun.
Once upon a time was long ago.
How could I become so low?