There is too much pride in my heart
For me to end it all.
If I perished there would be laughter,
Ecstasy from those I despise,
I relish in my dreams
And which I savour more
Than they would my own adversity
Never would I tell them
How wrong they were,
For now I sparkle with grandeur. And I am sweet
Unlike the taste of the bitterness
They would so surely exude,
Which I have awaited all my life
And would greet with elation.
At last, I can feast on my life.
Sometimes I wonder
If you too could see
The wrath, the hellfire,
The knives and coffins,
Would you also say,
With horror and certainty:
There is too much hate in my heart
For me to lead a life
That one might want to live?