Animosity

Buried in the frigid depths of the surrounding snow is our reason to abide by the rules.
Rules that singled out people like us far too many times.
Unconventional is the static lust that tears at our hearts, ravages our tormented psyche to this shocking end.
We are consumed by the obsession and mystery that brought others like us to the brink.

Buried in the frigid depths of the surrounding snow is the reason for the breakdown of humanity.
Humanity that was once so clean,
is now dragged down through the filth of all we’ve become and all we’ll ever be.
Torture and depravity are only skin deep, the monsters’ real sickness is orchestrated in every cold calculation, the violent execution.
We have unearthed something beyond our control, the fragile complexity of the nature of man, deranged and cruel decades over again.

Buried in the frigid depths of the surrounding snow is the reason for our speedy departures.
Departures that will change the course of our lives, while everything else is put back in its proper place.
Unlikely chemistry set the stage for our most grand mistake, simple affection quickly turned to the reaction of falling in love.
We are blinded by our passions,
sidetracked by the possibilities that were dead from the start, that never could have been.

Buried in the frigid depths of the surrounding snow is my beating heart, the reason why I despise you.
I never should have let you in,
I never should have let you get close.
I should have known you would let me down, I should have know you would be like everyone else.
My hate for you is stronger now than the day we met, my hate for you drove me to never look back.

© Copyright May 2012

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