Eliction

I'm fucking up
I've got this mental inastability
A nonexistent sense of objective reality
Elicit hostility
Animosity
Without my hatred
What's left is just a shell of me

I'm burning up
The fear is constantly infecting me
I'm dead and buried but the hate is resurrecting me
Better to go to hell
Piss in your wishing well
Without my hatred
What's left is just a fucking shell

Your time is up
I choose to leave you in this agony
The pain a product of a morbid love of misery
Infectious hostility
Animosity
Without my hatred
What's left is just a shell of me