Capable of hate

a blank stare,
capable of so much hate.
her eyes:
enigmatic,
emerald moons
but blank.
capable of so much hate!
why blank?

Who took her soul?
was it Satan
(who she refused believence)?
 
who took her drive?
was it the tears, slowly washing
it away it away as
she cried, sobbed, moaned,
pleaded for another life?
 
Why did her mother
keep fucking up?
just as things started to go right!
was it because she enjoyed her
daughters pain in those emerald eyes?
 
well that pain is gone.
its a blank stare,
capable of so much hate!

she once had so much drive.
in her eyes you could see:
her life, moving fast,
so successful,
happy kids, happiness.
but thats all gone.
now her eyes are just a blank stare,
capable of so much hate!

is she even there, still?

her breathe seems heavy.
is the blankness
holding her down,
pulling her under the seas
of depression?
 
will she drown in that blank stare?

is she even there, still?

did she go to that place she told me about?
the one in her head?
where little kids drank bleach like pop.
pop.
they popped pills like candy,
 
i remember she said that,
once.
when her eyes were full of hate.

what satiated her emotions?
was it the alcohol she swallowed
like it was her god (who she also refused believance)
slowly poisoning the soul she swear she lost
when she was born into "that world of hate"?

i wont ever know.
 
all shes become is a blank stare
capable of so much hate.
i miss the hate there.