revelations

And crazed as I sit  (With my musings)..
  That seldom are merry or bright

II manage to still find  amusing,
what shines through the blackest of night..

And often I write here of hatred,
 And often the target is she..
For no one is better at loathing what lies deep inside me like me!!

Despair intertwined with whats Holy,
 as my heart fears what hate will confide..
But at long last the Truth rushes through me....
  -Joy, hate, pain, and Love coincide.