things shouldn't be like this,
as it, from afar, shows disgrace.
you're deeply raised from the hate,
you laid the root in the hole you made in my heart,
and it grows day by day, never breaking apart.
and now, I've reach my breaking point,
the tears that flows uncontrollably as it's too much pain,
the pain that I barely can contain.
hate and love that's been settled in my soul,
has slowly making their own way,
out from fragile, lifeless growl.
and when the dark succumbed it all,
it's the right moment the tears shall fall.
and the love,
has been a love to kill.
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