Detestation
(Indisponível)
This prison I alone suffer
Brought face down
Have I not suffered enough
Sardonic stares all my life
Detestation everyway I turn
Thoughts screaming through my head
I break
A prisoner held by my own mind
I break
Abberations of which I have no control
But I must
If only to exist away from this
My own private hell
Through this I repent
Constricting me to pulp
A shadow of my former self
Human nature revolting me
Disdaining looks burning through
The blanket of scorn, suffocating me
Never wanted, never will
Life is taken never gained
And I wish you hell
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