Anasacra — Scorn

Scorn — is anything I can feel !
Hatred — against «my own flesh and blood» !

About murder — I think day by day,
to kill you pig, and to see how you decay !

You raped my body and soul,
you destroyed my life.
In my arms my friend the teddybear,
silent witness of what happened to me.

I want your death !
For all that you have done.

To live in fear all my life,
will you come again?
Never being able to feel happiness,
I lost my childhood because of you,
because of you …

I am looking forward
to the day that you die —
I will spit on your grave.
I hope you die in pain,
I hope you can feel the same —
hellish agony —
like me

Scorn — is anything I can feel
Hatred — against «my own flesh and blood»

About murder — I think day by day,
to kill you pig, and to see how you decay !

You raped my body and soul,
you destroyed my life.