Untitled XI
What the hell happened?
Last thing I recall
Is having absolute fetish (for you)
But now all I have is hate
Hate for you and me
Absolute misanthropy
Am I cynical, or just evil
Or perhaps it was your lies
Your conspiricies
Your paradoxed fear
Or telling me what you feel
Wish you would say something
But it's too late anyway
I am now your hatred
Vomited up and choked back down your throat
Enjoy
This is what you have fed me