The Hate Theorems # 1

Like an empty ball I curl inside your head
Like a growing weed I lay my seeded bed
I can't kick your habit
I can't kick your dear little habit

All I wanted was to live forever
All I wanted was to die forever
Now it's neither
Is it because of the weather or the ether

Like a wrecking ball I try to break your shackles
Like a Quarterback in frenzy I do my tackles
You can't kick my habit
The debt is unpaid, while you run your rabbit

All I wanted was to want forever
All I wanted was to never want ever
Now it's neither
Is it because of the weather or the ether

Die a death
I could
You could
But for the Hate inside our hearts
Arrowed by love, struck by our enemy's darts