Love Song For Anger

I invented you to balance the tide.
Drownding my ambition.
Untaunted and thirsty,
I drank my fill, indulging.
As you withered into addiction,
Like a forked tongue spilling sir.
I absorbed nothing.
But wasted days spent,
Building stagnant tomorrows,
Soaking the sun in shit,
and killing God.
You were like a flower that bloomed,
When everything else had died.
A dream consuming toxin,
That portrayed the pure and clean.
When one wound healed,
Another would begin to bleed.
Inverting every smile
That threatened my emptyness.
Soon became my only conviction.
To us, then and there
Love was just a dead fuck.
Loathing with every thrust.
Goddamn me because of you.
For our dance in the dust.
Convicted for crimes,
I never meant to commit.
You prospered
as I spoiled.
But you will never haunt me again.
You're better off dead.

WL*