I sit here with a cold dark heart
Waiting for the return of that hopefull spark
As these lies build and consume
I'm grasping for the life I wish to resume
With all these thoughts swirling in my head
I'm waiting for the day to be claimed by the dead
But I watch those I truly dispise
Knowing one day I'll be their demise
But untill the day that kindness returns
I shall sit here planning how I'll make them burn...