From my heart (1).

Hate

Blackened fires and charred remains,

disfigured demons with flesh within their bloodied teeth,

bones snap and grind in the pool of blood left behind,

this is the agony you put me through,

adding up on the emense pile of shit,

thanks alot for the betrayal and wasted time,

so with laughs that rattle my parched throat,

a throat that only yearns for the milk of human kindness,

but got instead the cheap shit that dosent last,

not one bit.