Bitter anger, jealousy, revenge,
It’s the darkest in us all,
It depends upon our call,
As we guarantee our fall.

I fear the martyr in me,
As much as I fear it in you,
So why do we run to the lies,
Instead of facing what’s true .

Imprisoning our self in our minds,
Repeating primitive history,
Condemned,
Trough out the times.

Easily picking the budding twigs,
Ignoring the roots we bear,
It’s just a matter of time,
Before it’ll reappear.

Inhaling the tox of self-pity,
Searching for somewhere to dump the blame,
We are all a part of this circle,
And all as one, the same.