if thou reads this
i am no more
with blackened wings
and devils
soar
darkened kiss
i bestow to thee
thy angers mist
does follow me
retract thy claws
with softer hands
do not consume
with hates demands
let loose thy fury
with angels bow
bury thy hatchet
with a wilted rose
resist the urge
to accept the hatred
for innocence 
is by far too sacred
control thy temper 
lock tight thy greed
for emptiness
thou does not need
for hear thy warning
forsee thy fate
when one does fill
thou heart with hate
a ball and chain 
carry too much weight
if thy fill with anger
condemned thy fate
so listen here
and ever more
heavens great
and pearly door
will not open 
for such as this
thy broken soul 
that lying
forever in thy hated mist
cursed with hatred's 
blacked kiss