Hatred and Dispair
The death that comes so near,
Was once vanquished,
With your fear.
Now I stand,
With your hatred,
And death is written in the sand.
My death is coming,
It was so near,
When the sun was falling.
Now the moon rises,
And darkness washes away,
All the hatred and dispair.
My dispair will kill me,
But your hatred will kill you,
And we'll never be together.
My death draws nearer again,
All hope is lost,
And the sun comes again.
Home Previous Next Back to poetry page
Does this sound familliar?
Do you need someone to talk to but feel like no one understands?
Write Me
