Spite

 

I've done it again-

Self-destructed, 

To ease the pain,

Soothing hatred.

Killed nine lives

And more, to spite

The One whose knives

Carved me right.

I had it all

In my past 

Money and girl 

And lost fast.

No more flipping 

The hour-glass cursed,

No more slipping

Hope for days blessed.