The painful times,
Had brought my strife
But now I find,
That in my mind
I am not who I once was.
And not because,
Of beneficial love
The loathing and hate,
Has helped recreate
My will at new lengths,
With fortitude and strength
No help and no trust,
Only primordial lust
No longer silent,
But incredibly violent
My blood turned to fire,
Hate's infinite gyre
I no longer see light,
There is only dark.
Has the world really changed,
Or only my heart?
Filled with anger and rancor
I stray adrift without an anchor
Animalistic and fuming
Yet so very beautifully human.
Did she really ruin me?
Or did she reinvent me?
