• I shall never concede to you, cruel heart.
    You've told me something mad, made me quite strange.
    I'd cut you out, but your what I had at the start.
    To be Loved is the path that I've estranged.

    My friends never understood my silent suicide.
    No man is a hero unto himself.
    I've always killed myself on the inside.
    And I seem to be like Mr. Hyde.

    Redemption is the last thought, when I think of you.
    Don't you dare turn your back on me.
    Now that I've had some time t think it through.
    You won't live to hear the end of this story.

    My thoughts are simple, hate driven at best.
    I hate you, my only hero.
    Because now I've found something to jest.

    You'll die, suffering as Nero.
    His misshapen form decorating the palisade.
    attesting to the path of blood he made.