Left me
Obvious
Not enough

Stark hate
My blood
Cursed

Isn’t it
Enough

Hate is
All that is left

I can’t rhyme
Or reason

I break
Because
Of you

Can’t we
Just drown
In the muck

End this
For me
Some peace

Not myself
Footsteps within
The mile

For what
Can a
Mule fight

Against itself
Eat and
Sleep well

Detox thyself
A destination
Unseen forward

All ends
Or perhaps
Me again

I give
Up contact
For all