Hate Temps Me
Hate Tempts Me My mouth is sealed. No wish of speaking the truth. As I lie Conscienceness keeps pressing me! A mental war has begun, the beginning of reciprocal revenge. I will not succumb to you, but will you succumb to me..? I think not!!! Cause why should you, when we both are loaded with this anynomous hate. The less we confess, the more hate will reign, day by day. Trust gone, torned. The feeling of remorse. I am now my own enemy, in a war that I have created. Pain in mind denied. I await payback-time. Fuck, this has really gone too far. Where is the bloody scar? Wish to draw this war any further? If, no doubt that hate will burn strongere. Cause when the mallicous side of love shows it's face. No return, to late. Will we ever see it? See the face and it's consequences. I hope not, but still this voice keeps telling me: "" Finish it, show me your dignity"" It's the hate that temps me. Hate Temps me!!!
Writer/s: Inhumation
