die

 
inside my depths I keen
vicious contempt is my vision
kept in darkness bosom
utterly rejected

an infant of time
curling within my soul
rising up nevermore

my heart aches and I die a little
anger flashes and my scorn shines
fickle fate deeper than my imaginations
I can't see myself free of this

turn down the light it's too bright here
inside the sunlight of failure...burn
yearn for a freedom I cannot have

seeking a gentleness of being
I am rebuffed and torn
ripped asunder bit by bit
thrown, into the bleak I know
deeper into a pit of my own making

suicide of passion imminent