The dysmal abyss of loss of bliss causes a spec of hate to fester and explode in my heart Any love I have withers and rips apart and is crammed into the darkest corner of my heart Hate expands and bleeds through my heart like a black poisonous tar onto my ribcage untill it drips into my stomach and burns into this rage I feel my heart pound in my chest as it pumps this black poisonous tar of hate through my veins Rage consumes me and hate blackens my eyes untill I can't see I sit in a dark room in the middle of the day alone knowing that no one is coming home staring at my phone but there won't be another call I feel so small I ask myself the same questions Is this my fault Is there anything that I could have done But the answer is always the same Yes and No That's the paradox of life 10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1... I know that eventualy love will flood my heart and put out the fires of hell and hate and I will once again feel human holding only a spec of hate.
