See how much I have grown to love this hate,
ironic but true,
These tears taste pleasant with each drop
trickling down,
Doors been shut a while, ought to, but don’t
miss the sunshine,
Drowning my old soul in the depths of
sorrow’s arms,
It’s chill giving me the only warmth I sure
as hell deserve.
My winning days are far behind, days of
victory, mere memories.
My doom was sealed when I basked in the
innocence’s plight,
My pride loved the misery and gloom it
birthed.
I savoured the taste of the blood of the
unsullied and pure.
Listen Karma! I deserve this, your firm hands
do no justice to the torment I deserve,
One wish and I would pray death swiftly
beats you at getting me.
