I Hate

Standing at the edge. I am far too close. I am surrounded by reality. One mind thrashed by the end of time. Yes, that will be mine. I cannot debate. I hate. But it feels. Never enough. I hate. Everything. Myself, into the eye of I. Tears crack my sad goodbyes. In between death and being alive. I vanish to die. Break my brain. I am toned and tainted. Stake my heart. Just to extort my pain. Hear my screams. Believe me when I say. My blood flows freely. In and out of my nightmares. Where I shake in the shallows. Where I have no shadow. Where I refuse to dream.