Venom-filled eyes
to match your resenting grin.
Maybe the stone was thrown
too far this time
but a simple toss
couldn't have pushed
you this far.
This room is filled
with this bright and vibrant light
but no matter my outside world
my insides only reflect
a deep guilt
that you may never recognize
how much
I love you.
How much I have sacrificed.
How much I (uncontrollably)
care.
My grandfather died
resented by his children
and mayhap
I will die
the same way.
I suppose
I can empathize.
-
It doesn't take the pain
away.
-
My veins
are washed black
by the poison
inside of you.
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