...i hate them...
by...malice


...i'm stuck here
down in this hole
i know, i know
i dug it myself
you think i don't already know that?
i accept the consequences
i accept my fate
i created this chaos, after all...

...because i hate myself...

...i'd call out for help
i'd reach out for a friend, a confidant
but i'm tired of reaching out and finding
only pathetic people
they should be down in my hole
and i thought i was bad off
i should take pity on those
that are worse off than me...

...but i hate them...

...their cries for help
as they dig the wrong direction
are what keeps me alive
to hear suffering
to hear pain
to hear the end result
of the chaos i have created
i'd bend down to help pick them up...

...but i hate them...

...so now as i look around
i see only tears
anguish...loathing...sorrow
at least it's not just me
so i sit here, with the chaos that i created
swirling all around me
i could easily end all of their pain
but i don't...

...for i hate them...



© Malice of Crying Whilst Dying - 2003