Hate, Greed, and Nausea


i see thru your thin smile,
and your faceless concern.
You couldn't fuckin' care anyway
Why would you even ask.
Thick veil of ignorance drapes,
your every single action.

i have grown to hate you.
You don't even notice,
the redness in my eyes,
the way i stare at you,
hoping, no praying that you'll die.

All i see in you, your wealth,
is souless, lifeless, death.

Rich is the exact opposite of what you really are.

Sheltered existence, no life experience.
Have you ever truly been hungry?

As you drive pass me in your expensive car,
clothes, cellular phone, i feel but three things:

HATE, GREED, and NAUSEA,
YOU MAKE ME FUCKING SICK.