Bitter

Your hands are cold as they grip me,
carrying me away from my existence,
a world that is so detached,
that I can barely think of the future.

You made me soulless,
and tore away at me until I was just a shell,
you made me unrecognizable,
those malignant eyes are what I seek to destroy.

You made my closest ones cry,
you were sadistic in taking me away
and I lie here, because of you,
watching as everything I value crumbles to pieces.

You destroyed my world,
and you said it was your duty,
you called it truth,
but how is it, when my soul is in pieces?

You are death,
and I didn’t ask for this,
but here I lie,
and the only home I have left is this coffin.