I hate you, I hate what you did
I hate how you lied, leaving me broken
Your eyes are like a death sentence
Your mouth a poisoned wine
A pulse of execution drums
A voice of Siren Song
I hate you, I hate what you did,
I hate your tone, your expression
I hate the extent of my confession
I hate your ways, your plans
Your lack of remorse, passion or care
Your golden necklace is a ****** weapon
Your hands are like Neanderthal clubs
Your tongue is a poised adder
I hate what I have become
I hate my lack of resistance
I hate how I feel
I hate the regret I live with
I hate that I meant nothing, a meaningless fling
But most of all my fickle soldier
I hate that you chose her over me