Wincing at the Pain

Wincing at the pain,
Being hit by a train,
With your hate.

Wincing at the pain,
As my muscles start to strain,
From all your hate.

Wincing at the pain,
As I cradled my mothers dead body,
There was too much hate.

Wincing at the pain,
I wonder if they felt sorry,
About all of my hate.

Wincing at the pain,
As my blood drains,
There's no more hate.

Wincing at the pain,
Wincing at the.
All of that hate,
All of that.