Hate Me, please

In the silence I hear whispers calling,
Reminding me of how far i've fallen,
Dreads iron grip around my heart,
Threatens to peel me apart,
And with it take my broken life,
From this hell I hold so tight,
This pain posions me with the tease of death,
But she shows nothing of any kind in her breath,
Thats more punishment than lucifers fire,
killing me with my own desire,
I only crave for her to show some sign,
even hate would be so kind.

by poetryismusic
posted on 04/15/2008