by Amy Alves

Created on: February 28, 2009   Last Updated: July 22, 2009

The hate bred in my soul

it's talons of addiction are refusing to let me go

I can see peace beckoning me with it's spotless hands

but hate pulls me back so I can't

.

It rubs it's bloodied fingers down my spine

telling me to straighten up and not to cry

It whispers all my victories in my ears

the bloodshed, and glory, and the enemies tears

.

Then Regret pounds through the mist

regret so powerful it can't possibly exist

Regret that pushes my down to the ground

I curl into a ball and don't make asound

.

The regret sings the songs of the woeful

the song of the happy, the brillant, and the hopeful

tells me the story of how things could have been

and takes me down the path of my bloodshed and sin

.

It shows me how every last battle ended

I knew it all along but I still pretended

It showed me the lives I had ruined

all the sorrow held inside had all been loosened

they cried in front of the mirror

bawling thier madness and fear

They screamed and they turned

clutching thier eyes as they burned

.

I fell to the floor

feeling hate more and more

hate towards my own heart

hate toward the very start

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I turn to the hate hidden in the shadows

It clutches to the wall, it screams and it bellows

I run towards the hate, My hope held high

I run towards my last enemy with hope in my eyes

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The hate dissapears long before

it shouts and pleads as it fades through the door.

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