The Origin of Misanthropy

Your vacant eyes tell a tale of beckoned deceit. Your skin 
pale and lifeless, this is where redemption and revenge 
meet. A lover's grip around the neck of that which I 
cherish. If I've been the ills that beg you, why must you 
haunt me?
No deed be forgiven, no deed gone unpunished. For the lack 
of compassion, for the sake of hatred. You've instilled a 
loathing reminder, you've awakened unbearable lust.
I bask in ravenous glory. I will seize the day, amongst 
days.
Consumed with apathy and disgust. Bearing witness to the 
Hells that have become me. An undying hatred. The bitter 
taste of inerted sorrow. Claw out my eyes. Take from me my 
heart. But still I'll stop at nothing to fall asleep to 
your screams. And as the warm light fades from your eyes 
I'll kiss your ghost in my dreams.
Sleep.
Gods won't stop me. Hell won't have me.
I bask in ravenous glory. I will seize the day, amongst my 
last days.
Immortal. Immortality.