• My hate burns bright with a flame as black as hate.
    I wither in a corner only to seal my fate.

    Nightmares scream each night at me so shrill poised almost like a dagger aimed to kill.
    I wish for life, I wish for death but neither give me host.

    I am stuck between the two as if to be a ghost.
    Only to wander forever beneath the darkened skies.
    No truth to light the way leaves me lost in lies.