HATE

DARK HEAVY FOOTSTEPS
SPLASHING BLOOD FILLED
PUDDLES OF DISCONTENT.
BOTH HATE AND DEATH FOLLOW SO
CLOSELY, THAT I FEEL COLD FINGERS
GRASPING FOR MY TOTURED SOUL.
MISERY STANDS FAST IN FRONT OF
ME, SADNESS DRIPPING FROM
HER TWISTED MOUTH.
HURT AND PAIN LIE IN WAIT
FOR THEY KNOW I WILL
CROSS THEIR PATH. AS I
APPROACH I BRACE FOR THE
IMPACT THAT I KNOW IS INEVITABLE.
THEY SLASH AT WELL SCARRED
SKIN, AS I LAUGH.....FOR THEY
SEEK MY HEART.
YOU RIPPED THAT FROM ME
AND LEFT IT EMPTY AND ALONE LONG AGO.
I NOW WELCOME DEATH,
FOR I AM FILLED WITH
HATE.