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

Finding grace
Can be hard
For most

The catalyst
A hopeful
Wayward burden

Once found
No one
Comes back

Adrenaline rushing
Corrupt unkempt
Thorny veins

Lost in
Faded old
Grainy books

Where are you
That I’m lost
For you’re found

Eternal soul
Undercover
A salt bed

Can’t fit
Won’t regard
Refuse contact

I don’t
Become you
Instead hate

In my
Regard the
Ominous regret

Does it
Even matter
Any more

Given in
No more
False

To think
I'm redeemed
A fault

Forgivness is
Laced unto
Selfish pity