Home in Odium

Escaping a hole.

Ever hunting, weapons of odium
For me to be a mirror
Something that resembled ugliness
Hatred, you held in the depth
Of a bloody soul

Never did you walk that bridge
        Only stopped half over
              The edge looking down
                    Pulling me down
                              Damn you

Times that I,
Had climbed that
Jagged peak. Waiting for me
Believing in me, for one second before
You cut my safety line, and watched as I
Plummeted back down to the depths, of that hole

You call a home.