I know
What Ahab knew
Of Hate.
Damnation does not matter
Not ruin
Nor the vastness of the

Believe me its me in your world all types of thrill's B4 our two little girl You make our kids

Is it to be, that only then…

our vision would reach peak acuity?

Only when the dust settles in

A dont want to buy a gun ad rather blaze a blunt
Keep being me a cheeky wee cunt,

another one

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If only you would hate me,
Completely loathe me and disown me,
Say you can’t forgive

Rude awakening...

The night...over...

We sit before a Sunless day

The future we hid behind

It’s always in September
When my guilt begins to rise again,
And I contemplate where my life has

Tell the world am so scheme so young team ken what da fuck a mean so supreme living ma dream while

Hate wants us to feel cocooned
in a twilight world where we know
neither sweet victory or

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Dedicated to woman of domestic violence.

lie after

It's been two weeks to the day, the minute since I felt that skin crawling - razor grabbing

I was always told to love my hometown,
but does a grown man love his cradle?
Does a man grow fond

Dead roses on my piano

A whiff of terror in my demeanor

Chains in my paradise

An

Head down, heavy and tired, brain in overdrive,
Imagining everything and nothing.
Mouth dry as

Hatred
Like a late night orgasm
Only leaves you hungry
Wanting
More…

You are
Infatuated
With my
Love
For your
Denial
Of our
Intimacy

Your memory is
An exquisite corpse
Of a forgotten hell.
The musty husk of
Your personality

Each moment
Spent
Disastrously
Wanting for you
Is a little more
Death

UNFAITHFUL WIFE DESPITE MY LOVE FOR HER, SHE REFUSES TO DO RIGHT

NO MATTER HOW MUCH I GIVE HER,

So sat love and hate
Both arm in arm
Watching the dawn rise
Love turned to hate and said
Your

MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then
some whose faces

A LINGERING indecision laid bare
and morning sighed with me beside
internal debates

Eyes are cursed by fire
Sobbing tears of worst desire
Lonely or sleepy...Is this love?
Lungs are

'Let it be' is not working at me;
Tryna be brave but never happens
Now, love is dancing on my

I love only my kind.
But a world of just
your kind would to
monotony consign you.

I celebrate