It's not often I write out of spite.
But about someone so grievous,
to avoid reality,
I bring this into the darkness.

I know I'm sick,
that makes you a fucking disease.
Corrupting everything we represent.
Talking about love and respect
Caring only for self-worshiping.

The death of you maybe a strong thought.
It may have been cruel.
But then we were able to breathe, grow,
Without self-pitty and fear.

Only few feel this way.
Jesus your name, Atrocious your feelings
Others will love you all the same,
Other's will wake up...just like i did.