Hope I find at the end of a bottle Dreams I found in my mother’s arms Hate I felt at my father’s hand Manhood I entered through that girl’s eyes I hate myself. I despise what I am. Reason I have as my courage lies dying. For years I’ve tried, and those years I’ve failed. Perhaps I’m destined for nothing at all. Darkness I know. Swimming in black. Forever on end with no light at all. Jesus don’t care for he’s dead now so long. Only the living can know its despair. Life is a curse. Devoid of reason. Darkness a comfort, I often embrace. I do not belong here, on this journey. They should have left me alone in that place.