My cold darkness, you inspire me to write. How I hate the way you hide, sleep and cry, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about the frightened sky.
Let me compare you to a depressed arch? You are more anxious, abandoned and trapped. Bold clouds dull the lonely flowers of March, And the springtime has the manifest apt.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways. I hate your old Fear, trap and isolate. Thinking of your heightened trap fills my days. My hate for you is the best alternate.
Now I must away with a tightened heart, Remember my bad words whilst we're apart.