I hate the scourging wind's applause;
bleed as i endure it's thrust
I hate the whispers of the unknown;
illuminating my mistakes
I hate the faces in front of decoys;
grudge me not, just hear my voice
I hate the silence vested upon me;
nature's way of watching me speak
I hate the way keys and engines ignite;
only shadows show it is right

I hate that pop of pure antagonists;
show the script just like a movie's end
I hate that rock stuck on my shoe;
pierce the rubber but never my foot
I hate that smoke obliterating my vision;
stop seeking too much perfection
i hate that book's page with no illustration;
sketch it better without the words
I hate that look of deception and fake;
hear the rhythm of hate

I hate my way of the masterpiece;
abstract art it would always be
I hate my clock spinning counter;
timing never picks me perfect
I hate my blinks passing out of date;
changes can't come at this state
I hate my missing spares and stocks;
loaded as a broken alien
I hate my hidden passion for shock;
accuracy launches point blank

but most of all,

I hate the absence of destiny in my life;
lies existed as i opened my eyes
I hate that crystal deep inside of me;
hard enough to break as it falls
I hate my fears, regrets and weaknesses;
i love you but its hard to continue ...