Dark Mare

Filthy hate infests My fate..



As of late, hate has been My only faithful mate..



Violence explodes on Our every date..



Everything I see, I utterly despise..



Your friendship, Your love, even Your cries..



Dying to cut all these rotten ties..



In the pale hope that it all dies..



Can't take the deceit and horrific lies..



I truly hope Your Spirit fries..



Perhaps then You will understand the tormenting flame of hate which haunts My eyes..



They elevate the heights of these fights..



In the hopeless hope to end these terrific frights..



To end the flights of the missiles We let fly as kites..



My Spirit is akin to cold, black, starry nights..



Due to the gunshots and nuclear lights..



Implosions, explosions, I no longer care..



Set aflame the very air..



Watch the flames engulf and tear..



Until You, to death, pay Your fare..



In love and war, it is said "All is fair"..



Will that be the case when the Apocalypse comes galloping upon His dark mare?



Will the antagonists then retreat to the rare?



Will these Demons then cower within their lair?



This life is just never fair..



It can't continue without raising Our hair..



This is Our living, breathing nightmare..



Is life to be left in this darkness?



To be so submissive to hates ever teasing caress?



Must Our hearts forever to the blackness attest?



Tired of suffering from the paper cuts inflicted by the Devils test..



Tired of being darted by the blackened heart in His chest..



No longer wish to see the darkness infest..



No longer wish to be Gods pest..



I can no longer even hope upon finding rest..



This is now what's left of My Spirits crest..



To remain in unyielding unrest..



In this state I detest..