Victim of My Own Hate

Hate dwells in all.
Misanthropy is the parasite coursing through my veins.
We are the filth of this earth, plagued since birth.
I am guilty of seeing red.
Constant war between good and evil in my head.
This world is filled with men with machine hearts that we have fueled for too
long.
Empty, selfish, callous is the human existence.
Turning a blind eye, it comes full circle.
I look to the sky to blame, but we are the reason why.
Consequence for our negligence.
Can I change my ways before it’s too late?
I’ve become a victim of my own hate.
We are victims of our own hate.
Can you taste the failure on our lips?
With the final beat of a steel heart, it’s a shame we can’t admit the bitter
truth of who we are.
When it’s all said and done and we’ve lost all control, destroy the machine
that has left us hollow.