Epiphany

When I didn't know the difference between loving, hating or suffering in silence.

Hate like satin;
beauty with an ease
A cost much more burdened
by the aching shattered soul

Love like soft silk,
lethal and painiful
Pained faded memory
holding the threads together

Satin and Hate
Love and broken silk
Both painful, both to kill,
to destroy, to break, to steal

Here and now the question stands:
To hate with black satin
To love with blue silk
Or bleed crimson velvet