Program Terminated.

Rejected love, hatred in my heart.  My love now feels like the cold touch of a corpse.  My deathly screams have no effect on the living nor the caring. My spirit , skin, face shall never feel the suns rays again now so cold the wind shall never sift through my hair nor fill my lungs.  
 
I shall take the death of my love not with honor, nor dignity, but with no choice. With my lasting gasp i give one final ear shattering scream i screamed the words i thought id never say again. sadly you will never hear them.  
 
Day turns to sunset red turns to orange then to night so shameful. soon my body rejects my soul i can gladly say no more rejection no more pain, my soul will nourish the earth that is now pregnant with my faint secrets. Finally my body turns frail every breath i took told a short dissatisfying story i am where i am fallen, such disappointment acceptance is no exception ......PROGRAM TERMINATED