In truth I know...

The numbers that spell defeat.
The words that none will read.
The lasting image of retreat.
The lethal dose of entropy.
The way to slay a silent sun.

How to build a private hell
and lock the door to the cell.
How to end all happiness
and cast yourself into abyss.
The way to slay lamented lust.

This one last truth occurs to me,
perhaps the only truth I need,
and as jaded as it seems to be
please read of this tainted seed.

Desire opens the floodgate
of the confines of pure hate
flowing ever onward to despair.
So remember before you care;

That letters are better
when written in blood
than ever they were
when inked with love.