by Jessica Vandecaveye

Created on: September 23, 2009

My hate is a commuter train

running off the track,

the conductor isn't stopping

and will dare not look back.

The passengers are screaming

like voices in my head,

they know their end is coming

and they will soon be dead.

My hate is like a murder

that plays over in my mind,

my thoughts that ever wander

make me feel I've crossed the line.

Between insane and sanity

is where i've always been,

in my vivid dreams of horror

I ponder every sin.

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