my silent hatred will not bite you now,
i shall not do or say a thing
but it will, in the future
twist and turn in the loudest and most gruesome ways
you may haunt my memories as i pass by you
but never forget, my empty eyes will not shed a tear
they are too static and mechanical
they will haunt you instead, a lot more fierce and subtle
than any thunder storm
my eyes have seen the other side of the crimson star
the paper mask has been torn
they are coming after you
your sins
[and my cries]
