Losses

I don't want to hear your apologies.
I don't want to hear your regrets.
I want to hear about what's coming
The songs I've yet to hear.
Heaven is close.
I hope you're not afraid,
I hope your resolve is strong.
A better place is coming
A place of refuge from the storm.
One day we'll meet again
'Til then I pray.

...

The depth of your insecurity,
The scope of your wit.
I am seething with rage
Suddenly all seems vague.
Yet my purpose is clear,
Murderous intent.
Scarlet scent of blood spent.
You're everything and nothing
Tumultuous and unforgiving,
Merciless and petty.
Self loathing to a fault.
Your spirit is as dead as I feel
And what is left is a hollow shell
Filled with greed.
Fuck Yourself.