• No perception,
    of hates direction,
    your fates ascension,
    is signified.

    Minor section,
    of thoughts correction,
    your hearts connection,
    as if you died.

    Now confiding,
    Never abiding,
    tremors hiding,
    within the mind.

    Hate residing,
    but never siding,
    downfall grinding,
    last of my kind.

    form receeding,
    through wounds still bleeding,
    left still needing,
    another soul.

    Although feeding,
    but bluntly leading,
    in final meeting,
    with myself whole.

    Dreading waking,
    they keep on taking,
    Ive been forsaken,
    a silenced scream.

    Claws still raking,
    my mind is breaking,
    as if im faking,
    its not a dream. rolleyes