Ever hunting, weapons of odium

For me to be a mirror

Something that resembled ugliness

Hatred, you held in the depth

Of a bloody soul

Never did you walk that bridge

Only stopped half over

The edge looking down

Pulling me down

Damn you

Times that I,

Had climbed that

Jagged peak. Waiting for me

Believing in me, for one second before

You cut my safety line, and watched as I

Plummeted back down to the depths, of that hole

You call a home.