i still am completely filled with hate right now and have been for a long time.. therapy starts soon. enjoy the poems.
Innocent voice lulls me,
vicously breaking my sanity.
Stalking underneath the covers are
lusting eyes of greed.
Insides poisoned from conception,
pirckly vines encase a frozen heart.
The worm burrows in, nibbling chastity,
burning trails of hate and fear.
Densely disgusting entangled in vines of thorn.
Frightened, the shadow peaks with eyes innocent.
Branded ugly from indecision, child-like fear
attacks with vengeance.
Behind walls of brambles grow gardens of rose,
cloaked in fear, their petals wilt.
A dying circle of reappearance shines light to crimson thorn.
"I saw a vision," he says,
"it told me to use you."
"Use me?" I reply, reluctantly,
seductively lulling my shadow destructively.
Repetition of error, breaking bonds, and creating terror,
he says, "It's okay, don't worry."
Child-like curiosity shatters innocent morality.
And the worm burrows deep.
Deep and true, burning trails of fear on tattered wings.