Deep inside my own hate. <br />Deep inside my own disgrace. <br />that feirce taste of regret. <br />that feirce fear of not knowing who to trust. <br /> <br />the aching pain of betrayal. <br />the betrayed and the betrayer. <br />the constant reinactment of my hellful past. <br />that constant thought of hate. <br /> <br />stuck inbetween life and death. <br />where to go from here? <br />what to do from here? <br />can i escape this hell abyss? <br />or will my fatal reality eat me alive? <br /> <br />tortured by this insane sensation of death. <br />it's screaming my name. <br />who do i turn to? <br />do i put my trust and heart out there again? <br />or let my 'friends' continue to feast on it? <br /> <br />love; the new hate. <br />Fear; the new brave. <br />hell; the new heaven compared to earth. <br />life itself is un-bearable. <br /> <br />life is just a sick game. <br />people are the evil pawns. <br />i am the target. <br />im ready for the face of death. <br /> <br />will death be beautiful or vulgar? <br />im ready for the serene darkness, full of screaming silence. <br />hit me....<br /><br />carly bachor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fatality-2/
