contempt for the bearing
angry like nails
used to cut my already shredded soul
defenses i carry
anger i bore
from the womb of deciet i know
all for the taking
with the power i conjure
never sharing any love
for it does not exist
in the firey depths of my soul
contempthatedecietanger
these are the things i know
they are what fill me up
to the next breaking day
and what i ask
is so wrong with that
you feel them too
the only differene is
i choose not to hide behind
the mask you call love
~ashe
