In the illusion of happiness things are never enough.
Its like a rose that refuses to bloom, proving its resistance is tough.
I know now to be a servant to my own ambition not love.
Some lessons are the hardest learnt.
But you don't learn till you're burnt.
For a long time i was the dog howling under the pale moonlight.
Under the darkness in the absence of light my cries were my fight.
Hoping, begging that someone would hear my plight.
What else could i possibly sacrifice?
Wasn't everything else i've done suffice?
Now so far from home I wonder if there's a place where i can return.
These memories i once held so precious to me, i wish i could burn.

~~ The following is for two people who shouldn't have given life. ~~

My heart longs to be embraced by the loving hands of death, may she care for this unwanted child. I paid a high ransom for the nine months lodging in her wretched womb. To him I wasn’t a son, just a mistake delivered from one moment’s pleasure. Tainted by shame, he a drunk ravaged her for the slut that she is.

This pain in my soul is like a pilgrim on a quest. Now long after I have serve my time and paid my dues, I shall stand over their rotten corpse, before I draw my last breath and my days are ended I will smile, savoring every second with such sickening satisfaction. I will give up my testicles to see them suffer, for them to taste the bitterness of the pain they woven into my soul with their needle of hate.

There will be no tears in my eyes. No remorse lives in me, no pity will be shed for their failure as parents. I will render a king’s treasure, forsake god’s blessings to witness their suffering. They have given birth to a hatred that is brewing like a storm, raging in the depths of my morbid soul, where malice seeks refuge.

The softness of a mother’s touch and a father’s guidance but a myth to me. I can’t miss what I never had. “ Regrets,” I shall have none.