Can we live
without death?
Can we
love without hate?
Can we want without need?
(I have fallen once
again.)
Do we ever really live
our lives
long enough
to appreciate that
we can never truly
grasp one without the other?
That a concept
has no meaning without
an opposing
force?
If hate is what's
inside us,
And hate is
what defines us,
(There's more
inside of me.)
And we will use
our hate to drive us,
(We are the
damned.)
Do we want this or do
we need this?