Hate In My Veins Poem by Eoin Brennan

Cry out in vain;
Can't take the pain;
I'm bleeding again.

The hate in my viens,
It burns to my heart;
I can't cling to life,
If we are apart.

The hate in viens,
It's searing what's me;
There's no turning back,
A day I'll never see.

The hate in my viens,
It's too late, your gone;
The blame swallows me,
For the murder I've done.

Cry out in vain;
Can't take the pain;
I'm bleeding,
I'm dying,
I'm alone again.