Detestation کے بول

This prison I alone suffer Brought face down Have I not suffered enough Sardonic stares all my life Detestation everyway I turn Thoughts screaming through my head I break A prisoner held by my own mind I break Abberations of which I have no control But I must If only to exist away from this My own private hell Through this I repent Constricting me to pulp A shadow of my former self Human nature revolting me Disdaining looks burning through The blanket of scorn, suffocating me Never wanted, never will Life is taken never gained And I wish you hell