Strange Love Letter#2

I want to murder hope.
There, it's now in the open.

Hope, vengeful and triumphant

a silk thread

I cut til I bleed and still,

it claws deep, alive

because of a dream,

a voice in my head,

the prophet, 

who says, This is right.

Were I brave enough,

were it falter once,

I will take poison

the bitterest, my love

to kill every speck of you

to scrub me raw and repeat.

Were there is a pill,

anti-hope, anti-you, dear

I will take without water.

Choking optional.

How I plot!
Going against the divine

is a sordid, blue affair.

I tip-toe between wrath

and spiritual abyss.

Yes, I promised, I swore true

to nurture, nourish, foster.

Yet, if love turns cold,

may I not seek to escape,

before hate takes reign?

Leashed with hope, 

I follow one path forward.

This road is getting darker,

and only you have the light.

Why do you keep it from me?