by G. W. Mainhood
I understand what true pain is.
Waking up without a soul;
Existing forever, but always alone.
I know where sorrow is born.
In icy depths of man's empty heart;
His spirit of love to tear apart.
I see misery in every face.
Knowing no mercy, nor joy, nor peace;
Only death can bring them ease.
I hear loathing in every word.
Every breath a burning pain;
Lies, deceit, and wraths disdain.
I feel hate inside mankind.
Rotting filth, disease, decay;
In their defence, nothing to say.
I taste the rotting flesh of sin.
Toxic putrescence, bitter and vile;
Evil by nature, the mind of a child.
I am the truth in all that you feel.
My humanity stolen, compassion is gone;
I am that which you know is wrong.
I am in misery and darkness complete.
Knowing no other than that of my soul;
Destined for solitude, I am always alone.
