Dark Cloud

even dark clouds eventually turn into rain, but you are more like a 
neverending fog keeping the sunshine out of my life 

your mere existence is justifing your termination 
I wish that I could make you understand the way I feel about you 
Torture will tell (that) story a thousand times clearer than words 
looking into the future 
seeing a shadow resembling you 
how do you think that that makes me feel 

I guess I just slit your throat and write a poem with your blood.