I'm a blood boiled bastard,
Broken and beaten by ambition.
Rotten to my fucking core.
The night monster is in me,
Writhing for want of a curse
To spit with venomous poise
At an enemy that he will never touch.
For what? To live a life
Which is not worth living
Then drown in the venomous bile
Knowing full well that it is mine,
And mine alone.
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