*this one was written around mother's day, when my mom kicked me out, and I had to sleep on the streets, and I remember I showed my mom this poem, as I walked in on mothers day with all of my shit in garbage bags and boxes and I'm glad I only gave her a copy of it to show her, look, you made my life so far something that no one should be asked to fucking deal with, but you know what. the out come of what you were trying to achieve fucked up somewhere and I came out as rebellious as ever and as hateful as ever, don't ever fucking question why I hate you when you're the reason why I hate you. because I honestly have no respect for whores.*

you sit there lying to me, you fucker.
you made your plans to hurt me, inside.
but still there is nothing between us anymore,
look at me again, I've died.

Cruelty wrapped her putrid wings round the lives of mankind,
sickening me to the point of ecstacy.
Futile hatred, suck the life from me.
Run away from, I can taste you on my lips
and your scent in the air, it's fucking everywhere.
silence now, as it all surrounds.
and it's you who takes the fall!

I am hatred! Look me in the eye! Wretch the though!
Denial of the dream! But nothing is what it seems!

Walk with me, the end is near.
I've just begun. I've held it back for far too long.
Sick of the wait, I destroyed you of my hate, because of your defiled faith.

Blood is the cost for the insanity of the greatness that I have reached!
but kill the pain, because fame isn't anything!
You suffer for the nothing that I last gave you.
Look at my face you will only see a hateful confusion.
Illuminating the crypt with the spirit world,
Execution, full of hatred, the sickness made it that much more twisted.
liberation, there maybe another way... to die!!!