If I could choose a knife
I would -
But a gun would do
the trick.
It wouldn't penetrate
my hate
But it would certainly
satisfy the crave.
A coward moves over
A desperate pleading soul.
An untold moment Stolen
in defeat's sorrow's mode.
No hatred to succumb
No lust to consume.
Letting go would be a treasure
Lingering - my tomb.
Good bye for now - Sucker.
Never again to meet.
I hope one day you know
What it's like to feel such hate.
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