Hate/Misery.

Fits of laughter
as my screams grow louder
voices beckon all my last patience
and your face haunts these desolate memories

Then out of the corner, whispers
they only grow louder with every breath
the walls overshadowing
and the windows yells

It's difficult..to explain..
but your fits of laughter
has me screaming louder
and your voices beckon my lasted patience

I repeat things over and over
and over and over
because you have made me insane
but now your blood drips from my hands.. I am calm.