Hatred Stare
(30/06/2011)
In the middle of the night
When owls sing their best mourning song
I’m awakened in fright
I can see my ravage, lurking all night long
I’m only awakened in another nightmare
So I close my eyes in bare
Deep inside, my heart is scared
Which one is more deaden?
My scary nightmare
Or your empty and full of hatred stare?
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