Cynical Sanctuary

Broken and battered my heart still beats on,
Fainter now that it's soul mate has gone,
A darker shade than it was back then,
Blacker, harder and closed off again.

Now solace comes in the guise of indifference,
An off hand remark and an air of defiance,
Always prone to be a bit of a cynic,
I may be disease but you're epidemic.

Finding comfort in hatred, and purpose in pain,
Never had an enemy til I could give it a name,
Perpetual regret is all I've been given,
Found I was in hell when I thought it was heaven.