Misanthrope lovesong

I'm but a prisoner of my own body
And of your petty misbelieves,
I lack the loathe born of your stupid pride
But still I hate that it's the same air that we breathe…

Hate… breeds… from within…
With all its strength…
It will… arise…
I hate, therefore I am!…

Slowly but firmly your minds are rotting,
Just as your bodies - you're walking beasts…
You write those poems of love and beauty
Just to disguise the fact that they do not exist!…

I can't hold my dear ones beside me forever -
They fade too early, they perish so fast,
But I feel eternity clung to my hatred for you -
I'll have my vengeance at last!