Rantings from Angrier Times

Rantings from angrier times...

The light
of my heart's smile
is ravaged
by the pathogen
that is your alleged love.

My soul is shredded
by the violence
of the way you say you care.
The treacherous descent
into the sub-zero regions
of your disabled heart
began so long ago
that I have
no conscious memory
of when I existed.

There is no cure
for your malignant nature.
You've lost control of yourself,
how will you control me?
May you forever go unnoticed.
May you live in anonymity.