Love of justice perverted to revenge and spite,
*These are the words of anger and hatred.
Self-destructiveness, violence, and impatience,
My anger will go on for ages to come.

My vengeance never ending,
My spite full of fury.
My rage never complete,
My life full of hatred.

I am a fighter,
But I fight for no one.
I am weak,
But I am weak for no one.

I am a black knight.
Not your black knight.
Not God's black knight.
Not Hell's black knight.

I am my own knight of impure justice
I am the black knight of un-distilled wrath.

I wasn't prepared for your
kind of love. It made my
hands burn and my teeth
throb and my chest could
never fill all the way with
your smell- like cigarettes
and toothpaste and old
spice- and sometimes I
think I can feel you but
I'm always
      always
      always wrong and it's
never you. And I think
maybe that's okay.

We met under a hopeless circumstance
But somehow, you seem so familiar
And yet it almost frightens me too..
What if I disappoint you?
What if I can't follow through?

While my words are sincere,
I know how words can hypnotize and enchant
How they enter some special place in the mind
Mixing with dreams and desires,
Distorting whatever the reality might be.

Be careful. Be cautious.
I don't, above all, ever want to hurt you or cause you pain.
I'm human and I have failings.
I'm afraid you might expect too much of me.
I worry that I might let you down.

And yet at the same time I say that,
I hunger for your words, for your love and your surrender.