It burns! It burns! It burns my eyes and throat, but I need no antidote.
Gnawing and tearing at my insides –
seething, keeping me alive – hatred poisons me through and through –
a sustenance – keeping me true. It’s not too late.
It’s never gonna be too late.
Embrace your hate. The pain! The pain!
The pain it crushes me. I gain animosity. Acid sweat and
bloody tears, through it all I preserve.
Some sedate through indifference but I withheld zero tolerance.
