My best poem yet

This is what I hope that love does to a person in face of a lethal past.

My past slices my veins with its knife of consequences.

Every inch of my body is scourged.

Every drop of blood screams for mercy.

But my past just shakes its head no in disappointment and shame.

Next my past drags me by my last strand of dignity I had.

Taking my Hopes, dreams, and I into a lonely desert full of happy strangers, so that my past can finish the job that I always failed to complete, to end my so-called life. As my demons were picking at my Hope's bruised remains and while I was choking on my dreams blood about to fade into black…. I felt a presence from out of nowhere a presence that I taught myself to forget about, a presence called love. I was confused, was it here to join in on this massacre of my useless desires? Or was it here to watch and laugh at my future and I demise? But it was neither, it was here to resurrect my Hopes and dreams from the ashes of my past and to pick up my future and I from rock bottom to the glorious heavens.