Hatesphere Even If Kills Me
I have a book collection that sits and screams.
It's chock-full of memoirs based on the thousands of notes, I wrote about you and me.
Some say it's a long shot, I say not even centuries of sleep could prepare me, for what you had in store for us.
And when the mechanics bend and the clock ticks we can say: "If it kills you, it kills you".
