My Hatred
To be exact I am anxiously awaiting the bullets to come from my gun and explode into the
deep dark deaths of anger which pour from my soul
to tell the future of your long drawn out death.
As my tears explode into rage and bleed the passionate color of blood
I am surrounded by mockery and shameless lies of a vision I once saw of you as an exact
replica of a goddess nurturing a loved one.
Foolish am I to return to a path so evil so devilish as to wash away my sins and strike me
against my face
Ridicule lies behind the sorrow I hold deep inside my heart for you
you are the one I looked up to an ox standing strong and still and I sat at your feet
pleading for your mercy
all because I loved you
But now it’s gone and I am once again
thrown to the grown and stepped on
because I believed that dreams do come true
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