you walk amongst the skeletons
in the town that you live
like the ghosts in your mind
you’re not likely to forgive
your home is like a cemetery
with a coffin for a bed
your bitterness is like a sword
fighting the demons in your head
in your closet hangs your clothes
limply like your spirit
all around you angels sing
but your so angry you can’t hear it
you’re drowning in self pity
against your foes you fight
to make them all pay
will be your life long plight
everyone is against you
even your friends are lying
like the evil in your dreams
while you sleep they are spying
this loathing that you convey
you’re sure everyone will misconstrue
you hate everyone for their sins
but who you’re really loathing is you