Af1 – Triple Zero

it burns! it burns! it burns my eyes and throat, but i need no antidote. gnawing and tearing at my insides – seething, keeping me alive – hatred poisons me through and through – a sustenance – keeping me true. it’s not too late. it’s never gonna be too late. embrace your hate. the pain! the pain it crushes me. i gain animosity. acid sweat and bloody tears, through it all i preserve. some sedate through indifference but i withheld zero tolerance