HUES OF HATE
paint me bloodiest red
consider me gone and dead
as soon as I have bled
as many tears as you have shed
if time could be erased
if we could close up the miles of space
if only, if only
or paint me truest blue
declare you're finally through
invisible, in your view
hate me, each day anew
if I could take it all away
if I could undo all your pain
if only, if only
or paint me darkest black
always on the bitter attack
stabbing swords in my back
believing feelings I surely lack
if you could unlock our chains
if you could just be sane
if only, if only
or paint me faintest gray
like a ghost who has faded away
pretend nothing is left to say
until in the cold ground I lay
if you could only murder me
would that set your anger free?
would then you finally see
what your anger did to me?
or paint me any color you fucking desire
hold my raw, blistered feet to your fire
drag my name through muck and mire
beat me senseless until you're tired
i'm sick and tired of hurting so much
i'm sick and tired of missing your touch
i'm done with false hope as my constant crutch
if you could only see my face
if you could see your anger is misplaced
if you could get back into Life's Grace
if you would but listen to my case
but no, you'll have none of that
call me names, lower than a sewer rat
I no longer give a shit, not where I'm at
so hate me forever
and go paint your own self,
whatfuckingever
--CRONIN DETZZ