I Hate It.

I hate it, I hate everything,
Suffocating I cannot sing,
To leave this life, to be free,
Is all I now dream for me.

The pain inside, it blinds at times,
Scared I hear deaths clock chime,
Through blurry eyes my path’s unclear,
But no longer death, do I fear.

The darkness seems like such a dream,
My sick and morbid fantasy,
Hidden pain, red relief I see,
A silent smile as life flows from me.