I'll Lock the door,
and blare the noise.
And fill the space,
with people toys.

So.

 B
    E
    N
 D

The truth,
with a sharp tongue,
Such a cynic.
Yet still so young.

But I have learned.

And I've come
to a conclusion.
that hatred is -
venomous delusion
But Letting go is
absolution,
From this...
Mental
Prostitution.

Inside a
       
      T
   W
  I
    S
       T
        E
      D

[Mind]
All that pain-
left confined.

Hating someone...

Is like drinking poison.
With the expectation,
That T[HE]Y will suffer
in deaths flirtation.
It will not destroy
That stupid boy.
Holding that hate-
It will devastate-
you alone.