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A Friend Best Forgotten
I loathe you.
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyielding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalization
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of nightmares uncensored to my eyes
Ever to be sought your death comes to me on swift winds
Like a bad handshake your name leaves me dead inside, with a taste in my mouth that will leave you spitting blood!
Like memories left unchecked, imaginative images claw into my mind's eye giving life to the blood of comic book reenactments
Pictures are dark while tones of my hate are made bright
These forces are relentless...
Dark clouds roll in but the sun peaks through into our realm
For a time my vengeance seems less fleeting...
A new day is afoot and my nemesis close at hand
The end for you my friend is my beginning to be!
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyielding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalization
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of nightmares uncensored to my eyes
Ever to be sought your death comes to me on swift winds
Like a bad handshake your name leaves me dead inside, with a taste in my mouth that will leave you spitting blood!
Like memories left unchecked, imaginative images claw into my mind's eye giving life to the blood of comic book reenactments
Pictures are dark while tones of my hate are made bright
These forces are relentless...
Dark clouds roll in but the sun peaks through into our realm
For a time my vengeance seems less fleeting...
A new day is afoot and my nemesis close at hand
The end for you my friend is my beginning to be!
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler A.K.A. -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
Published 14th Sep 2011
| Edited 3rd Sep 2012
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6th Oct 2011 8:51am
hate an amazingly strong emotion and sometimes a little scattered but you harness it well in this work "I loathe you" very nice keep it up :)
7th Oct 2011 3:46am
thank you, I feel that this piece was the making of my rage left to stew for a long enough period of time that it simmered down to a quiet bubbling loathe. I couldn't of said it any other way!
