why do my weak trembling legs still stretch out in a run?
Why do i sit in fearful dark places i hate to hide?
How can i look deep into your trusting brown eyes,
and still have hate inside me that repeatenly lies?

Why do i make those who love me mountains suffer?
Suffer in ways that at first they can't even tell.
Utter horrible curses upon their living being and souls.
Locking them with no escape in a tortoreus invisable hell!!

It doesnt set me to rest or cause my mind any good,
It doesnt provided my body with some kind of magical pleasure,
to know or belive that my hands strangled my loved one,
to hurt them deep inside beyond any mathmatical measure.

Please speak up if you know when this insanity will end!
Do you know when these evil forces will exit the stage?
When finally the red satin curtin will fall ending the act,
or will i continue to hurt my in knowing lovers in a scenic rage?

~Tera~
DONT HATE

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