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