It burns! it burns!

It burns my eyes and throat,

But i need no antidote.

Gnawing and tearing at my insides - seething,

Keeping me alive - hatred poisons me through and through -

A sustenance - keeping me true.

It's not too late.

It's never gonna be too late.

Embrace your hate.

The pain! the pain it crushes me.

I gain animosity.

Acid sweat and bloody tears,

Through it all i preserve.

Some sedate through indifference

But i withheld zero tolerance.