Equinox

Stories rewritten by hatred

Are the only ones that can come true,

I just believe it's a paradox-

After all of this time

You were the one lying to me.

Never has a single grain of truth

Been harvested from your tainted soil,

Nor shall there ever be.

I don't know how to laugh anymore,

Or even cry,

I have no more tears left;

No more smiles,

Least of all for you...

There's nothing left for you,

With the exception of hatred,

In its most eternal form.

Soon, little child, you will learn...

As deeply as I am capable to love,

It is nothing when compared

To how deeply my hatred can cut;

I am become karma, in finite.

I no longer seek the light,

For it only warps the truth;

It was the darkness that saved me.