Painless She walks solemnmly Along the side Of everyone's game A tear from her eye Goes rolling out of shame I would pitty her if only If only I had it in my heart But I don't I know hate; I've been driven to hate That's what it is-- Hate. That word everyone uses so loosely: Hate. Most don't know what it means-- It's true definition. You need to have it, To feel it, And to hold it, To know what it means. It's not something to meddle with Or fake about... It's hatred. Hatred and hate. Don't fake it, Don't deny that you don't Know. It's better that you Don't act deppressed When you really aren't. We, the true haters, Know the pain of hatred. Hatred can only be painless... If you are numb enough That you can't know Hatred.
New-- still in edit mode.
Edited version of 'Painless' found here.
[.Rikocette.Echoes.] · Tue May 03, 2005 @ 06:46pm · 6 Comments |