Love Letter

This is not a love letter

Meant to sedate

No aim at perdition

No changes of fate

This is not a confession

No salient words

This is resignation

To an abuser

There's a pestilence

Raging

Exhaust your wrath

Hate me

Everything changes but you

Spectre cold and true

I will take your abuse

I will take your abuse

There is a spectre

Lying in wait

Replacing faith with dread

Unsatiated

There's a silhouette

Stalking

Like the fear of death

Gripping

Everything changes but you

Spectre cold and true

I will take your abuse

I will take your abuse.