Death's grasp leaves you,
As you gasp there for the air around.
Panting, alive, alert and blood flowing,
You are alive,
But you are empty inside.

I sit and wait by the plastic chairs,
Awaiting the thought of arriving home
Pier boats roaring by the distance
And strong winds howling into the night.
As I wait patiently
I am rewarded by the sounds
Of a baby, crying and in the hands of a man
Who did not know the child's mother.
And his tears echo in front the walls
Of my heart
And his little body, flailing delicately
Under the kind man,
Awaiting his mother's return.
And such a sight to behold.
That the cries of a child,
Could warm my heart
Under the cold howling rain.
That amidst the changing times,
A man with such buff shoulders
And menacing tattoos, and big ol' pants,
Could hold a lil' ol' tot with delicate hands
Trying to soothe the tears of someone else's child.
And it warmed my mind into believing
That for a split second,
The world stood still, to look at the child,
Crying on his arms, and shooking and weak.
The world stopped for a minute
To realize that brute-looking men
Have more hearts than those of whom
Have a face of a saint
Who goes to **** and steal
People's possessions. People's hearts.

I'd hate myself anytime of the day.
But I'd hate you more because you're the one
who unleashes the most unreasonable side of me.
You expose the side of me I never knew.
You make me feel ridiculous, exhilarated, weak and hyped.

I hate you because you make me realize things I never thought of.
And I hate myself for letting you get to me.

And I hate you. I say to the mirror.
I wish you would change. I'd continue.

And I look at my reflection
And I see your crooked smile.
I'd see the way you looked at me with
a teasing grin of the eye.

And I'd expected you to say, "Oh, yes. Hate me."
"But we are one. And what I do is what you do." You say, adding to my misery.

But in truth,
as I stared back to the girl
who tore other people apart,
to the girl who tore herself apart,
to the girl who thought she could stand on her own,
to the girl who thought she needed no one...

She would never reply back at me.
She's just my reflection
of a girl who's torn bit by bit.
Frustrated with herself,
to the point that it kills...
More lethal than poison.