Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Gloaming Anger, Evening Hate
My tantrum,
  Displayed on the bedroom floor.
Messy, ugliness
  Thrown carelessly about.
What's that I hear,
  Another fighting day.
More morose anger.
I shun the hate.
  But I m eager to listen.
Thrown out. All hope. Nothing.
  There was always nothing.
There was never anything.
  Stab away the pain.
He can go to hell.
They've made me hate myself.
I've made me hate myself
  By existing.
Hateful existence disgusts me.
  Tantrum left evidence of
Smashed emotions on my wall.
No one listens,
But I can hear death walking by.
  I can hear the cheating and
  I can hear the faults of others
Passing me by.
No one wants to talk like this.
No one wants to listen like this.
  I can see their misconceptions,
Construed to ugliness.
  There is no one around for me,
They do nothing with me,
They do nothing for me.
August 5, 2004
  Displayed on the bedroom floor.
Messy, ugliness
  Thrown carelessly about.
What's that I hear,
  Another fighting day.
More morose anger.
I shun the hate.
  But I m eager to listen.
Thrown out. All hope. Nothing.
  There was always nothing.
There was never anything.
  Stab away the pain.
He can go to hell.
They've made me hate myself.
I've made me hate myself
  By existing.
Hateful existence disgusts me.
  Tantrum left evidence of
Smashed emotions on my wall.
No one listens,
But I can hear death walking by.
  I can hear the cheating and
  I can hear the faults of others
Passing me by.
No one wants to talk like this.
No one wants to listen like this.
  I can see their misconceptions,
Construed to ugliness.
  There is no one around for me,
They do nothing with me,
They do nothing for me.
August 5, 2004
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Gloaming Anger, Evening Hate
Gloaming Anger, Evening Hate