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Hate Me One Last Time
The rain drops that once fell
that filled me with peace,
Now just a painful memory
as I remember your tears,
With all the whsipers of ghosts and saints
that dwell in these empty halls,
That pushes the blood
and forces to flow,
These now hollow veins lay dead
along with my shell and soul,
Maybe you could hate me one last time
to push yourself free,
To leave you to see
what you could have
without me holding you down,
Now the colors of dull gray and blood red
meshing together to form this oddity,
A mixture of love and pain
that connect in an array of torment,
An expression beyond words or pictures
but a deeper meaning of death,
As the clock turns
I wonder as I lay dying,
What could you be without me
to hold you back
and to cause you heartache,
Without me you are the world,
Hate me one last time
and cause me your revenge,
To find me without sin
is to find the fountain of youth,
Always close but never there
my pain is your release,
You are the world
without me,
It's cold and lost
in this hallway of suspension,
As my mind and body fail
I wonder what will be left in the quake,
Would you turn away and live
or would you even care?
Is this all life has for me
or am I doomed to more?
Love me one last time
and watch as I unravel before you,
Understand that you are my world
and see how much it hurts
when I'm left with nothing,
See my dying heart
and comfort me in this final moment
as I leave myself.
