The things you do to me,
Anger,
Hatred,
Poison,
Filling up my veins,
A subtle decay,
In this world of disease.
Truly,
You have turned me upon myself.
What lingers here in this abyss?
Unwanted memories,
Now forever necessary,
Wrongs cannot be forgotten,
History must echo.
You are gone,
But I remain,
Punishing myself,
Consumed by my selfish need,
Vengeance,
Though it will never be enough.
To strike just one,
Hardly a scratch upon the surface,
I must find peace,
Anger only consumes,
Destroying focus.
Serenity is found in change,
I must change my thoughts,
My circumstances,
To find my place in this new world,
A tainted oasis.
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