hate and nicotine.

You tell me im O.k but im not.

I wonder what makes you say that.

My soul is tourmented day and night, i have turned into a night owl,

a vampire of sorts,

i never come out during the day;

Noone ever really sees me eat...

Someone once opened my fridge, and seen nothing but drinks,

"Damn, do you ever eat?" they asked me worried,

And my reply was so quick and so cold and i replied;

"I survive off of hate and nicotine."