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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