Your words still my blood
I am empty.
A hollow shell of spirit,
Once,
Drew fire into my lungs
And exhaled with great joy
The hope of love.
The faith in your divine.
A withered knight falling again
And again upon the sword
Beg mercy to escape the agony of this deed
Compounded misdeeds,
Now seem Trifle.
As the blood hardens thick
In veins
Refusing to release
Upon the steel
And guarantee
Of An eternal Torment.

Hate me because you can't sleep
Hate me because you can't Love,
Hate me because you can't forget
Hate me because you can't pretend,
Hate me because you spiral downward
And won't take the blame.
Hate me for loving you even before my own self.

Because
I can't sleep.
I can't Love
I can't forget
I can't pretend,
I spiral downward
And won't take the blame.
And for loving me even before your own self,
For all of this I hate you, too.

There is a comfort in darkness,
in emptiness.
The stability of nothingness......

In the heart it Lay ,
unfettered by the years of denial,
but growing
with the drink of self indulgence.....

You have killed me
I lay crumpled upon the oil stained
Blacktop
My heart staggers
a slow crawl
Black blood spilling
thru broken teeth
And sticky sweet
exhale of betrayal.
Caught in the swell of your deceit
Cast upon the rocks
broken into flotsam
For the receding tide.
Fate has tricked me into temptation
And with this last gasp of
Cinnamon scent
I curse her.