Hate is such a lonely word. Expressed, it may create poetry; nurtured, it’s nothing pretty


When you look at me

Can you see what’s inside?

No

It is my right to hide the fangs inside my mouth

But provoke me

and feel the pain in your flesh

As my claws sink deep into your bones

You’ll never see how ugly I am

till you watch me drink your blood

as I say I love you

Words sting and my fists are fast

When passion mocks cruelty

I’ll bleed to calm my wrath

But you cannot stop me from spitting fire

to what is already charred

I am a phantom in disguise

Who hides stealthy crimes

A proud heart with a beggar’s pride

Who loves the dark and fears the life

that glitters before my teary eyes

How much fury can one body contain?

How much hate can remove the mask I claim my own?

A timid taciturn soul

But evil has many faces

And forgive me if I’ll fail you

when it assumes my own

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