Your jaded black ways,
Your empty kisses,
Your undeserving life,
I stomp on your wishes,
That loathing hatred you have inside,
That barren soul you try to hide,
That fake smile, those hollow tears,
I hope your life is filled with everlasting fears,
A painted mask upon your face,
A jagged edge to your loving grace,
A useless effort to make you smile,
I hope to be done with you in just a little while,
Made in vain,
Made in anger,
Made in the shadow of the unbecoming stranger,
A distance shore I see upon,
My life is better now that you are gone,
No more listening to your silly cries,
Just letting you wait, wither and die,
The ground you will lay in will be cold and dark,
But no as cold as your sickening heart,
Diseased flesh you will become,
Not even the worms will want some,
All the things that are said and done,
All the things I spit upon,
All the things i will not become,
All the things that are old and used,
Are all the things I see in you,
Made in vain,
Made in anger,
Made in the shadow of the unbecoming stranger.