Hatred Prevailed

Tangled in a dance almost tribal, knotted and weaved within you, my rival. Convinced and contrived I hold my stature, pushing me further, my soul you fracture. Drawing me close, your hatred barbaric, our syllable sonnet-song remains forever generic. Pushing you away, my words an explosion, any hope of reconciliation, melts away like erosion. Memories of you, a brain hemorrhage of reminisce, until all that I am left is your empty black abyss.