Hate

Lead runs through your veins Instead of neurons you have chains your clothes are dirty with hydrogen your soul so cold, it fries in liquid nitrogen. You sleep on 7 pillows and your brow never furrows but that of your friend does and it gives you such a buzz. Now you’re making a new world order which creates only disorder as you kill all light today and with the same pleasure you still dismay all those that forgot about you and you come in their dreams to imbue with the lead from your veins and your mind of heavy chains. You let them smell you dirty clothes and you leave them to wake up thinking you’re one of their heroes.