Loving and longing turn to hate and dread,
Now as before I wish to be dead,
But in your selfishness you stole that too,
I couldn't give into you,
You who are all I despise and yet again I let myself be satisfied,
With the ones who make me lust for blood,
But do not think it's only you,
Since you all do and i'm a victim of instinct.

But it's no weakness,
Simply a test of endurance,
Who knows when you'll snap,
Certainly not your own self,
But not friend nor foe can easily calculate either,
The fools who love you will believe far too well,
And those who hate will think you on your death knell,
But you're simply enduring,
What more is there that's doable?

Hate, disgust and folly,
Better to murder then let folly fool you,
At least then the excuse to peace yourself presents itself,
But I do believe in folly don't I?