Dread

I hate this.

That which I am.

I hate this.

That which I live.

I hate this.

This feeling which has crept upon my body.

The feeling you've brought upon me.

Dread.

You have given me all the power to hate.

Is this all that life is.

Will this be my end.

As my body gives into the pain.

My heart bleeds.

My soul cries.

I am to die in a death of blood, plain, tears, and the soulely presence of your touch.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

This sounds like reverberations of a helluva life.
If it is your life, I am very sorry.
My philosophy: Just smile and turn the page.

You have written very well, you have talent and
integrity of purpose.
I look forward to more of your work.
------ Eagle Cruagh

[Fear Corrupts!]

Hmm.
This is a good, honest, write.
My favourite line is the final line;
"I am to die in a death of blood, pain, tears, and the soulely presence of your touch"
Good flow.

[ Fear Corrupts! ]