Creative Writing Just a blur.

It all started with the red taint of a lie,
Devouring everything we had essentially,
Bringing out the best of me, the worst of me,
All of me that you now see.

Everything.. I believe.
But from this was a cruelity,
Perpetually undying.
Keeping me crying, fighting, hiding.

I hate you.
Not really officially,
And I know eventually,
I won't feel anything.
Not a thing felt by me..

And I hate this.
Well, not to the point of conceit.
I mean, I will not admit defeat..
Need for me to repeat once more or so?
Compete without defeat.

What a moto!
I can hold my head up high,
Touch the sky, and pray you die..
Why? You know why.

Because..
It all starts with the red taint of a lie.

 

Nice poem...again, it was sad T_T