Last Day of Life

Well this poem took place duing the same time as the poem love's death. It was my death letter at the time.

A palace of love and hate.

Next to the mighty house of faith.

With a kingdom of disgust and taste.

Lies with in this Reaper of life's fair face.

Yet i am still with out a lace

To tie my sadest trace.

OF sadness and grace

I can not cope with my brace.

Made of love's disdain.

For it is too much to maintain.

In ths my last day.

Of violence and hate.