Something

Simple toys to kill the mind
Rhymes intended to make and bind
Never once, looking back
Was I ever on the track
Of doing good and feeling better
All foreshadowed when I met her
Death is good, but pain is great
Always searching for the hate
Killing life and bringing dead
Filling notions in my head
Never giving, always taking
The end of me is in the making
Perhaps one day I will live
Then I can and truly give
But until that time comes true
I guess I will be evil too