A bloody poem: I love to hate you.

Well man kan mildt sige, at dette var en af mine mørke stunder ^^
Selvom jeg aldrig har haft følt denne had så konkret, som den er i digtet,
så fik jeg alligevel inspiration fra virkeligheden til dette digt. :)
Igen kom med kritik eller hvad i end vil sige.

Bloody Poem: Love to hate you!

Sitting here and looking down apon you, who is walking around in blissful ignorance.
Profane hot burning hatred is running through my mortal body as vital blood
and also the energy for my shattered broken soul which is only barely held together.
oh my fucking cumbubble for bumblefuck sake, I bloody hell love to hate you!

The attention demanding thoughts of you light on the sturdy will to live
especially when I know that the grain of sand of the hourglass is ticking.
Times up hon, now I have been waiting anxious for too long,
to long for my so wistful sweet revenge of gory spiteful nightmares.

The glossy metal fells cold on my deathly pale skin while I rose the dagger,
but hey you are not gonna to get away that easy that would be such a waste,
you will not die with the same lethal dagger which you stroke through my red heart,
which are no longer red nor pumping, it is icecold, hard and heavy as tungsten.

You thought I was dead? No, a dark creature can survive on only a heart's breaking hatred
which works so much better than the energizing lifesaving adrenaline.
Now back to my plan, I will take all from you as you did to me 'cause I Iove to hate you!
I will take your luminary of happiness, your hopeful dreams and even your stabbing pain.

I will, and I solemnly promise, I will suck you dry so there only would be ashes left of you.
Let me tell you my plan, no let me rather show you at first I take your precious dear darling
without you knowledge, I turn her, let her be mine, so you can't get her.
Controlling her as a ventriloquist's dummy I can and I serve her for you on a dish.

She truly loves you with warm burning fire because I told her so,
She is the one dream, you have been longing for, the one dream which ruined mine
and then she commits suicide with a the one dagger just in front of your eyes.
You begins to die slowly as planned and I love it because I love to hate you!
Hush little darling, I'm not finished with you yet, this is only the beginning.