this is not about love neither hate
it's holocaust in some way
everything killing everything
as in prophecies of some tormented minds
war within
tearing apart
slowing heart down asking for death
it slips like an eel from your hands
coming back to deep lake
it will never be caughed again
feeling free for death and misery
all eating from the inside
day by day, night by night
pathetic words written as poetry
scorn is what i feel
towards all life in me
..i believed i was already dead
this wasnt love
neither hate
just a way to run through
and we called it "life"..