It burns! It burns! 

It burns my eyes and throat, 

but I need no antidote. 

Gnawing and tearing at my insides - seething, 

keeping me alive - hatred poisons me through and through - 

a sustenance - keeping me true. 

It's not too late. 

It's never gonna be too late. 

Embrace your hate. 

The pain! The pain it crushes me. 

I gain animosity. 

Acid sweat and bloody tears, 

through it all I preserve. 

Some sedate through indifference 

but I withheld zero tolerance.