Abyss Of Hatred Poem by Dead Beat Poet

Abyss Of Hatred



I've been staring at you,
from behind your mirror.
You thought me away,
but really I'm nearer.

I feel much worse,
when you are here.
You're like a black curse,
now it seems clear.

Your abyss of hatred grants me one wish,
and this is what I profess.
Live forever turning circles to lines,
and when you're done we feed on your flesh.

Friday, February 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror,staring
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