Below The Bottom
by Hatebreed· from Perseverance
Half dead, you trod through life. So dependant, a shell of a man. Pitiful, you let your vices tell your fate. Follower of the blind, you have nothing. My empathy has turned to rage. My pity has turned to hatred. In selfishness you've sunken to the depths. How much lower can you go. All virtue decayed, now a memory. So many friendships lost. Only enemies. Shame I feel for you, pain I feel you. To cleanse yourself you've got to let go. Are you not alone now? Are you what you've become? Take a look, take a look at yourself. You've gone below the bottom.