I hate what I have
to accept. I hate to give up
and surrender.
Because in the end
nothing ever ends, it just goes
on and on forever.
Minute after Minute, hour after
hour, day after day; now and for
all eternity.
To die is nothing.
To live again and again
is the challenge.
Regret means nothing;
without even trying the end
will also be nothing.
But it has to end;
I’ve had enough poison to
burn my veins to ash.
I’ve known hate and rage
but I haven’t forgotten;
I’m not alone anymore.