The Lines of Hate and Love
I was taught hate.
It wasn’t born in me.
Marred through the spectacles of time; what else may I believe?
I was hurt and abandoned- no one to trust.
So I hated everyone and depended on no one.
Killing everyone in my way if I must… or mustn’t.
I stole and lied-
Cheated and cared of nothing, but myself
Yes, all this was true-
Until I saw her.
She came up to me and opened-up my life-
Unsheathing me from my desolate cloak.
From her I learned to love, to care, and to give selflessly.
Yet, I’m still bitter.
My heart, it aches.
For all my mistakes, all of my errors.
Look what hate has done to me-
Falsehood and spite slip easily from my lips.
Compared to her, what am I worth?
Nothing.
I wish I may wash my stains, the blood on my hands.
But blood is like wine- it’s difficult to remove.
I’ve accomplished numerous malicious deeds, why?
Because of hate.
So here is my punishment:
I can never tell her who I am.
I love her too much to tell her.
Atención:
Tengo la firme intención de acabar este fic. Cuándo ocurrirá el milagro, no lo sé, pero espero que pase algún día...
La primera que lo siente soy yo, os lo aseguro. Odio dejar las cosas a medias.
Me esforzaré. Millones de disculpas.
22/01/2007
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