To Love More Than Hate
Chaos ingulfing morbid, malicious thoughts of hatred.
Filling my mind with grotesque images of rotting flesh.
This hatred for you knows no bounds or laws.
It fills me completely, leaving an empty, mindless husk.
If only you had listened, as I told you how I felt.
Perhaps we wouldn't have fought quite as much.
You drove me insane with your incessant banter.
Driving me to the brink of suicide, then to commit murder.
The blood on my hands, staining so very deep.
Is not my own, nor was mine to take.
So I sit, hot stinging tears rolling down my cold cheeks.
For as much as I hated you I loved you twice as much.
I deserve this more than you, to bleed in silence.
That is why I'm coming to join you in the beyond.
So that you may drive me mad there, and forever more.
That is my fate, and that is my curse, for I loved you more than hate.
Copyright © Ian Richardson | Year Posted 2005
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