Feel every heartbeat  
rush blood through my veins.  
Quickly grab the needle  
and inject a dose of hate.  

Hate harbored for years.  
Hate towards his peers.  
Hate toward his father.  
Hate towards every failed  
attempt at love.  

Hate as far as his ears can see,  
and just if it isn't enough, snort  
another line of jealousy.  
He doesn't feel so good  
and starts glowing  
green with envy.  

Roll up all that passion  
and slowly start to smoke it,
and you're choking  
on the toxins as their  
effects start showing.    

Start decoding  
every word he writes about.  
Reasoning behind it all.  
He's reached his peak so far  
and probably will experience the fall.  

He's made a lot of mistakes
and writing was his first.