midnight musings

They say love yourself
who says we don't, we all do
its the untamed self in us
that we loathe to the core

They preach us about hatred
but how would they know that the heart
when spattered into million flicks
remains with nothing, but a remorse hatred

They tell us to break free
do you think we wouldn't want to
sometimes we want to rip and open apart
but what would we actually open up to
the new paths seems bleak and blurry