Why do I hate so much?
When I used to be so full of love,
of hope, so innocent
like a budding rose.
Why do I hate so much,
when I know I got a lot to give,
anything at all.
I want to be rid of this sickness,
that has stricken me like a cancer
eating up my flesh.
I’m no better than a living dead,
devoid of life, there is nothing
not blood rushing but venom
deadly as the night.
How I hate this night.
It has got nothing but nightmares
that offer no ransom