The world of me is dead.
No longer will the lies spread.
Hatered…..I used to know.
Hatered…..I will always let you grow.
Nothing of it was done easily.
But all died so briskly.
They used to provoke and play.
Now, death surrounds where their bodies lay.
I started so simpily.
But soon knew that this would never see the end completly.
Death…….I welcome thee.
Death…….Please come and take me.
All too soon to act.
To retaliate and launch my own attack.
Too late to know.
What little may show.
That a breaking point we all have.
always here, but never seen.
-lonevamp