Hate
10 February, 2002
Author: Andy
Heart aches as it rots within my chest,
Feel it pulse and struggle to pump,
Poison spreads throughout all that I am,
>From this blackened, shrivelled, dying lump.
Dark shadows spread beneath bloodshot orbs,
Eyes scratch as they search for relief,
Pain mingles with anger to emerge from within,
And glares at the world through eyes of grief.
A tornado of darkness, debris, and violence,
Mind howls as it fights and battles to survive,
Searching through insanity for a way to escape,
Straining to recapture life, and with it, to revive.
Minutes pass, and with razor edged agony,
Days emerge to torture me with the slow,
Endless march of time; Time that will heal,
And cure this disease eating my life' glow.
No longer recognising this thing filled with hate
And venomous dislike for the mistake that I made;
Unable to show love, trust, and passion for the inner me,
Is slowly killing me a little more as I struggle through each day.
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| Tim (209.179.252.245) -- Tuesday, December 2 2003, 05:42 pm In reading this I got chills. I thought no body felt the same way and it was to hard to describe. Awesome piece!! |
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