Old Words ... New frequencies. .. the spoken words of poetry flowing through the rose colored glasses of the Strawberry Moon and the return of Eminem (perhaps) 

I Hate You More 

Back home I was drinking in the back room

Then I started wanting to invade you 

It wasn't just that I wasn't going nowhere 

It seems my mind was trapped inside of something mother said was not here

I waited just to see what I was feeling

Understand it wasn't time for me to heal me

I wanted to let go and find the ever after 

But once inside my mind the fucking guardsmen let me trap you

I hate you more than you could never ever love me

You made me yours and then decided not to cure me

It would have been better just to rip my heart and bleed me

But you just aren't the type ... disgusted by the same things 

Driving down the road looking for the next hit

I know I am alone but feeling you is daily shit

Behind these eyes reveals that I'm just fucking crazy

Besides the ride it wasn't right that all you did was slide in now and play me

Now as I go back into the trauma nightmares

I know therefore I am the horror that you let in 

It wouldn't work you got yourself tied to the last hit

Yet if you walked nearby and asked me to allow you ... this is bullshit 

I hate you more than you could never ever love me

You made me yours and then decided not to cure me

It would have been better just to rip my heart and bleed me

But you just aren't the type ... walk away and end things

I hate you more than you could never ever love me

You made me yours and then decided not to cure me

It would have been better just to gut me there and bleed me

But like the last six lives ... you can never trust me

Like the last six lives you are just a short blink

I look into the light and tortured that you can't sleep

No more the type to come and swallow up the whiskey

I wish the last six lives would finally come and take me.

I love you more than I could never ever love me.

I don't 

I don't love me.

-Barbara Christensen