Dark Cloud

A black cloud of darkness begins to swirl around and engolf me.  

Surounding me and entering my soul.
Evil from within begins to emerge.
I feel an enormous amount of anger build
as I try to repress my darkened heart.
To no prevail.
Eyes are blurry with the pain of acid tears.
Trickling down my face I can taste the fear.  
A flush, blushes my face as the anger builds even stronger.
I must hold back.
I bite my tounge to keep words of hatred well hid,
causing a drop of blood to decorate my lip.
Visioning you I see my "love".
My love, that has caused great storms.
Caused me such pain that I can bearly restrain.
My hopes, my dreams all ripped and torn apart.
They do not matter to one with no heart.
Slowly I am torn down piece by bloody piece,
tear by bitter tear.
"My love", is what you say to me.
"my love", words spoken with a forked tounge.
You slither and wait,
wait,
and wait
till you can break me down.
Crush me like a rock to glass,
broken and never to be repaired again.
Yet I hold my head up high.
Try not to sigh.
And try not to cry.
For to cry would show weekness.
Weekness that in turn,
turns into hatred for the one I love.
Why?
A question I ask myself often.
A question of how.
How can one say "love",
when love is the farthest part
from your heart.