A Toast To My Hatred
I raise my glass
To the clock tower
That mocks my birth
Counting my timeline
Enrages my soul
To thy hour of my death
The wine has no taste
Bitterness defiles within my soul
Sours and sickens the core
Of this mortal coil
Call me into silence
My dark angel
for I to seek my heart
into the dwellings
of my soul
The search for it’s core.
Lies in the great depth
Beneath the tomb of despair
I writhe for the surface
To collect my sanity
I alone stand
Staring at the tainted
stained glass window
I have burdened the cross
As the pain within
Shatter...
Into dust
Numbing my insides
And devours every particle
Of my existence
I don’t exist in my conscience
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