• I fall into a dark hole I cannot escape.
    Was this to be my terrible fate?
    I hear screams of panic and sorrow.
    Will these tragedies end in a year or tomorrow?
    I slit my wrists to ease the pain.
    But only to find it's for my own gain.
    Love and hatred never combined.
    Unless two helpless souls can make them intertwine.
    So before I end this poem in utter silence.
    Please by any means, exclude and destroy any violence.
    -Ezekiel Kallio