A black hole; take me.
Wont get out.
Never.
Not even a maybe.
Consume me with your desire to kill.
Hatred is your food.
Hope you had your fill.
Leave me to rot.
No intentions to survive on my part.
Death I feel in my heart.
Tell my family I went with ease.
In my eyes to them I could never please.
My thoughts and memories I dare not to share.
Swallow them along with me; leave nothing to spare.
©poeticcurt
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