hate

what´s hate, I´ve heard you ask
I never have hated, you told
I was furious sometimes
but hate? No I don´t know what it means

lucky person
be happy not to know
the stringing around your head
no thought´s able to calm down
no brain can stop the eruption

it´s not the fly into a fury
nor the grumbling of anger
it´s a dangerous weapon
a finger of ice
killing at first myself

you rape me and control
you give the orders without question
and I had to obey
and I see myself breaking to pieces

following your demands
world, friends and love
falling in blackened death
killed from my hate