She Loving Hate

Not feeling great about loving to hate. She was lost in a desperate state. Not knowing where she belonged

Lost and she knew it. Had no idea how to get through it. She knew she needed guidence and direction

Mad at her parents for not using contraception. She prayed to the triune. No help was forthcoming

Her brain numbing. She stared into a dark room's mirror. Not recognizing the reflection

Her eyes and brain unable to make a proper connection. Confused she howled at the moon

She became crossed. So, she feasted on flesh and blood.
Consuming it all in a frenzied
moment of pagan madness,

Still not feeling loved.
Only an overwhelming sadness. Before recognizing the sound of the clocks alarm

Abu Lateef

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She Loving Hate