The Love in Hate

Your arrogance tends to astound me speechless

Your eyes, contract my prudent heart

Of my feelings for you, hate would seem the perfect description

But in your presence, on my lips, its truth does fade

At times my hands seem all to willing

To drag you within Death's abducting reach

Though somehow those dreams begin to falter

My mind, that too, stands still

I wish your eyes to curl and die

For my own, to forget their wicked smile

Then im sure I would have some breath

To voice your partially alluring faults

One day I pray my reasoning won't choke

When your lips seek mine to dance

I pray your face won't stalk my thoughts

Slay my concentration

It's that which winds my senses in blindness

That which lures my heart to lethal contemplation

Which convinces me I will stumble one more time

Stumble into its deepest trenches

It's that which maintains my survival

That, which prolongs my denial

Which knows I will be broken

Fall all over again