Self hate

Nothing left inside
no more face when i look in the mirror
no more thought
and no more pain
just empty reflection
precursor to destruction
it never leads to something more
only to deaths door
the emptiness consumes whats there
with it famished its consumed me
with nothing left it now controls me
hurting me with my own hands
the hunger takes my blood to feed on
now with the hunger in control
i die and my blood does flow
the hunger is my own self hate
so now i die upon this date
April third in 2005
at 4:06 AM
this is now my last account
the last piece ill ever write
my death mixed with my poetry
a never ending bond
good bye cruel world is all it reads
words planting suicide seeds...