The dark tunnel! Poem

 I walked alone this darkest road

Questioning what had done abroad 

I walked along this weeping road

Wondering what had done abroad

I quite often fake my smile 

There is no value in my mile

I quite often fake my voice 

There is no value there is no choice 

I often walk with people I don't know 

There is no value no hidden flow

I often run among people I barely know 

I fake my own self to the highest on the go

The dark tunnel I often swim in

Will pile my black bricks all within 

The dark tunnel I often step in

Will take me along my fake win

The dark tunnel I often walk in

Will fall apart once I decide my bin 

The dark tunnel I often run in

Will collapse in my shallow I often gain

Hatred is my hobby I got used to

And my black grudge will rule me as supposed to

Lack of emotions I feed on others will crawl 

Among my phony devotions I love to see fall

Another day is my tomb in silence 

I smile to people while my head in violence 

I hate life and I hate the ones

No one changes when my mind will run

I love no one where love is a burden 

Hatred along me throw love in carton

This is me and you better hate me more

I don't have any love that people adore

The dark tunnel that I often try to reach

Will take my pain inside to my beach

Where the waves sound erase my worries 

But I can't reach that edge of glory 

I quite often miss out something 

But the thing I miss will often ring

I just love my dark room without a fling

My hatred in my heart is their lethal sting

I love my self and I love my darkness 

Love doesn't exist but my fake true kindness

I love  my self and I love my darkness 

Love doesn't exist but my true fake silence 

I love myself and I love my darkness 

When my fake love appears without violence 

I love myself and I love my darkness 

Where my dark tunnel will never die hence 

Love your own is my bucket at bay

Hate the ones and life I should stay