Love & Hate

i quietly weep
my dry tears
the fluids in my body
no longer able to support my leaking orbs
scorching sands sting my flesh
as the time lazily shufles along
teasing me and my view that life is just one long depressing chore i would have rather not been assigned to
my unseeing eyes clamp down
my lids forcing myself to ignore the decent of my tears
through my mind wanders aimlesly
through the horribly negative aspects of my existance
a single thought like some blood-thirsty tick
clinging to a meal
even if my lifes termination is achived
by my own wretched hands what punishment inflicted beyond the grave
could compare with the personal hell..
my tortured soul has painstakingly
learned to love..
and to hate.

by tourturedlife
posted on 10/28/2007