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