I have seen hell
And felt exquisite bliss...

As the sun dips slowly,
sunset burns through the sky...

Heartache
Burning hatred...

Just as a quick note, the poem is written in five...
Violin Shall {we} Dance...

Note: I know there are not any apostrophes in this...
As a child, my impressionable imagination...

Late at night most are tucked in bed,
Warm and cozy amid layers of cotton comfort...

God I know I am not supposed to doubt you.
Instead...

I am the acidic poison,
burning in your wounds...

What a happy Valentines Day it is this year,
certainly you, my friend, must think so too...

I am not good enough for you,
I messed up just like I always do...

Truth . . .
things as they REALLY are...

I close my eyes when night falls,
Slipping away to unconsciousness...