Outlook

Standing on the edge of oblivion,
I stare into its darkness,
It speaks kind words to me,
You will be free it mocks.

Free, a word long forgotten,
As extinct as the dinosaurs,
One cant be free in a world,
terrorised by love and accepting of hate.

Love, a hope, not a reality,
Under your skin, burrowing in,
Waiting, biding it's time,
'Til it can tear you apart.

Hate, the fuel of the world,
A renewable energy,
Hotter than the sun,
Yet purposeful and driven.