Sometimes I hate you all,
The way you done away to me.
How to make a soul crawl,
And only in my eyes to see.
Darkened days upon us,
Forced to question reality.
Fear in which to discuss,
Truth to run away from and flee.
To never tell what said,
Haunting the mind till the day died.
For more what could be bled,
Guilt ridden and fed stone inside.
No, I cannot love some -
A world where I am numb…
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 1:50 AM UTC
Sometimes I hate you all,
The way you done away to me.
How to make a soul crawl,
And only in my eyes to see.
Darkened days upon us,
Forced to question reality.
Fear in which to discuss,
Truth to run away from and flee.
To never tell what said,
Haunting the mind till the day died.
For more what could be bled,
Guilt ridden and fed stone inside.
No, I cannot love some -
A world where I am numb…
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