Love. Hate. Time Poem by Rian Murphy

Love. The shining light that leads us wandering, wandering through the corridors of Fate's perilous labyrinth.
Time. The never-ending poison that destroys all it allows to create.
Hate. The bitter, old man that sits atop the ruins of the heart, despising all he holds dear.

Then, there is me. Wandering aimlessly through those dark corridors. No light, taking that lethal poison, despising everything.

And finally, there you are. The light, the antidote, the fixer to restore the ruins of my heart