Hatefully Dead

There is no such thing as love,

It’s in-fact just a joke 

Made to stir up humans

From false gods who provoke,

From the past tense of sincerity,

I learn to breathe 

Whilst also suffocating–

On the boundary of a life,

I coasted on through,

I learnt that I was useless

Because, not real, was you.

So, I do not come back

For I never came at all

I take myself behind the shed,

And biting the bullet,

I end the Fall. 
Twice, I questioned,

Though, now, I know,

that nothing of me 

Is seen as gold. 
And when you walk on by,

I’ll be happy to see,

That your bad choices,

Left both of us subject to dying.