LOATHE

Razor wire of my hands

Ripping the truth apart

I cannot mend 

What was tarnished from the start

My head thrashes upon these stones

Somewhere deep in these hills

An honest man dies alone

His destiny unfulfilled 

It is you, it is you

Dirty and broken at best

It is you, it is you

Laying the truth to rest

The stench of hate looms

Over a skull of forgiving eyes

Rotting from the acceptance

Of forgiveness not being a lie

I know what you've created

Through your anger and disgust for life

You've created me ........................................................