So this is how hell looks like
Lying awake in a cold empty bed
Mercilessly tortured by thoughts of you
Thoughts of warmth and laughter
Thoughts of hurt and distance
I keep looking back
Trying to trace the very day
My view of you took change of form
And I wish to God I had known
That day would somehow change me
Send me to this doomed prison
I have tried so hard to never encounter
Sometimes I have to remember
the pieces of hurt
to pull myself out of this hell
Because for a while
You're the person I hate the most
The person who I'd rather rip my heart out of my chest
than give it to
The person responsible
for every sad minute
I have spent thinking of
The person who
singlehandedly built the walls
that make up this fort of hell
Yes, for a moment
When I remember
I am free
But there are times when
our laughter overshadows the misery
Times when your lovely face
makes me like the corners of this hell
But it quickly fades away when
that name resounds itself in my mind
Once again making me resent you
I hate this hell
and I hate the animosity
it creates in me
every moment I waste
a second thinking of you
If I have to crawl out of it
If I have to dig my way
out of the rage you created in me
My blood and my sweat will go into it
Whether or not
I come out of it nothing but a corpse
It won't make a difference
After all, am in hell already
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Poetic Fury (A Collection of Poetry)
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry I have written with titles such as; Written in Blood, Love Laced in a Curse, You're My Pain of Choice, When Words Fail, Like You Never Left, You Broke Me, Doomsday, Haunted Corpse, Psychotic Possession, A Broken 'I Lo...
