I see your face
And I see red
Your words are poison
Your name is DreadYour very being
Sets me ablaze
And just your movement
Has me enragedYour eyes are hatred
Your smile is pain
And to know you live
Is to go insaneI hate your laughter
I hate your voice
Each time you speak
I hear white noiseYou walk around
Like purest snow,
With heart like winter
Where nothing growsYou serve a master
I cannot praise
For his name is yours
And he shares your faceMy heart feels hot
When you appear-
This isn't love,
But disgust, my dearWicked devil
Fallen saint
Take joy away
And you remainYou cause me anger
And such disdain
But worst of all-
A knowing shameBecause, my love,
My perfect sin,
There's something here
I must admitDespite my acid
And heated lines
Between my truths
Are sticky liesI can't destroy them
I cannot run
They are my gravity
And I'm the sunMy sweetest cyanide
My comfortable wound
My tell-tale heart
Is beating throughAnd all I can do
To protect myself
Is tell the world
That you're my HellI call you rival
I say you're wrong
To hide these feelings
That don't belongI'm leaking conflict
I'm dripping thought
Unhinged with guilt
And hurt you've broughtMy eyes are clouded
My tears- unshed
When I see you
I wish I saw red
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Pursuit
PoetryWhat is poetry, but the pursuit of one's own heart? A collection of poetry on love, loss, pain, and the many emotions of the human spirit