Hatefulness is not my muse,
but it comes so easy,
a simple trigger,
Bang!
The fuse is lit

spewing fire

but why?
Why is always the question
where did it start?
when did it happen?
what did I do!
This hate
is uncontrollable,
unstable
and relentless in
destroying a body made of broken glass and glue.
And you,
its beyond what the eyes can see,
A wolf in sheep’s clothing
and the epitome of evil,
what did you do to me!
for once I think,
It would be better if I had broken myself in two.
than your fresh poison sink into my brain,
my stiffening veins,
crying for my mother

and eating me away.

Liked it? Take a second to support us on Patreon!