Next To Venom

Hate has no substance. Why do I inject poison into my veins. Next to venom, I feel alive. Why do i take the quake into a dive. It is the pain i love. Why can i never fever to have enough. I follow death into her hollow. She refuse me the sanctuary of the dead. I want a yes but no is what she says. I see the tree. I have the rope which rose a petal around my neck. I do care for the chair. It is the one that lets me stand. Is that really fair. What is if Nothing was.