I hate you.
Not for who you were but for who you became.
You were swept up in the madness,
Forgotten in the darkness,
Lost in the sound,
Your sanity non-existent.
Beckoned by sin,
You worshipped the devil's grin.
Troubled you fell,
Forever unable to reach out.
I hate you.
For what you let happen to yourself.
YOU ARE READING
The Book Of Poems
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