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.