The world doth hurt me
With all of its lies
Most of those that look
In your eyes
Do so to try and steal
Your soul
That essence of being
Without which none are whole
Or
Able to redeem that dream
Know as purity
And knowing the truth
Is no longer a surety
For the world doth hate
Me
Now enough to pursue
And seek the death of me
As my pain is so easy to
See
Why the world doth hurt
Me so