𝖗𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖞

I LOVE YOU RAT BASTARD 

I look beyond a window's pain 
          A fragment of glass, with tears that stain 
          My life of sorrow brings out a fire 
          To write of things, that to me inspire. 
          
          My thoughts are put into a poem 
          Giving my words, a voice of their own 
          Printed on paper, is the pain that I leave 
          Releasing myself, of all that I grieve. 
          
          Hidden in all my pain is my heart 
          Under all my hate is a path 
          That is the path I shall take 
          In to the deep and dark I will seek 
          
          A place not recommended for the meek....

Here’s a poem: 
          mirror mirror on the wall
          was I always meant to fall?
          roses white and dying light 
          sliver’s sweet forgiving bite 
          she’ll ask  “why”
          no answers found
          and I’ll rot deep 
          beneath the ground 
          
          (v. d.)