I sighed once more,
My form leaning against the closed door.
Hatred for everything I've done,
Hatred for what I've become.
I pulled myself up,
left foot, right,
Last bit of strength,
all my might.
Leaning against the sink,
The sight before me made me blink.
My eyes shot red.
My soul forever Dead.
It was Hatred.
That's all I saw.
No matter how long it seemed,
I would never find my once peaceful being.
It wasn't a major surprise,
The red glow from my blacken eyes.
I breathed in,
Remembering all my bloodthirsty sins.
It was Hared.
That's all I saw.
Hatred for everything I've done,
Hatred for what I've become.
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Enter Thy Mind
PoetryThis publication is a collective of a few of my more personal compositions. It begins with a few pieces from my early teenage years and concludes with more contemporary verses that I have written respectively for this compilation. It presents a poet...
