I’ve always viewed hate as a flame. I spell it out in this poem.
Fires burning high, inside my lying shell.
Menacing flames grow and flow around my soul.
Take my ashes, break my urn, show my soul how to burn.
Nothing left, lose my breath, make me whole in my death.
This echoing darkness, this pitiless sadness growing.
Endless screams of pain, fearless drops of flame.
Letting go, giving up, wondering what death can be.
Can’t you see, cant you ask ,what your death will show.
Monstrosity fighting, bashing, thrashing in me.
Wanting out, wanting free, can’t let it get the best of me.
No sleep tonight, no resting light, only thoughts of blight.
Shouting hates for flames sake, the beast within the beast will win.
My body will be ashes, burn and see, hold me tight as he breaks free.
Can’t leave a weakness, can’t get rid of the hate sickness.
Let the creature fight, monster in me tonight, don’t be afraid.
Broken me, words of hate spoken to you, monstrosity not through.
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