Hate

If hate formed in my being,
you would die.
If hate is all that I feel,
Then the silent screams would stop.

I will tear at your heart, and suck you dry.
You will call for  help,
And I will be there.
Knife in hand, and gun at point.

You must die, for I will live.

Easter Night

The sky is grey and does not see
as the colors fade
from blood to black.

This hole behold is a bottomless.
festered wound,
This sketch achen.

Night, Oh do not end.
Pray take me with you
to thy black abyss.

midair clipped my wings,
slapped me twice,
said
you belong down
there.
in that colorless vale.