to hell in a handbag

I loath you both,
When I lie alone,
In the dark, empty space,
You once called home.

There is no mercy of slumber
And no reprieve from life.
My hate is my companion,
Ever faithful, by my side .

Will there be joy,
In this place you've chosen?
As I cry
With gaze fixed and frozen?

I wish you well,
My fickle lover.
But be warned in your heaven;
I rule in hell.