and i've learned to hate, from necessity that breeds intervention, a desperate split of fragile flesh that pours forth my heart and soul in tiny droplets of perfection.
tonight, i hate.
i hate and yet hatred itself writhes across me like wretched filth, poor and sinful against the backdrop of a starlit sky (how long since i saw the lightning bugs dance and found peace?) and together we find each immortal sin. severed from humanity i am alone, and i am nothing; nothing and endless, boundless, screaming my pain for eternity until the sun rises in the west and i find myself awakening to death.
pain.
i am i.
and i am nothing.