Fate
you betrayer,
you bastard,
you killer of hope.

I'd like to
hang you
on a filthy rope.

You promise,
lead on,
you declare, you tease,
and hold my life
in thin air.

You twist
and you turn
and you bleed me and burn,

burn into my mind
the knowledge that kills,
kills my spirit, my will.

I'm here on the floor,
come on,
kick me some more.

You hateful fate,
your awful power,
eating dreams,
shredding hope,
you devour.

I'm still here.
I'm still here.
I'm still - hear.

I fear.