Hate is such a strong word.
But when I think of you Hate is the only thing that I
can use to describe
the feeling that the thought of you, arises in me
A bonfire of flames within the ashes are the years that I've
wasted in the collaboration of memories that you,
So nonchalantly discarded for, someone who had disgraced you!
I, who had held you through the screams, through the hurt, through the tears of betrayal.
I dig my nails into the earth in vengeance
through all your lies and reasoning I find your disfiguring corpse appalling
A paroxysm
boiling in the pits of my abdomen I disgorge my despair onto your remains
praying one day to be satisfied.
You heat
a sharpened needle to pierce your heart to feel if only a fraction of
the torment you have inflicted
an affliction that tortures the soul you have
so adamantly tried to defend with your false sense of justice!
No length of string can
mend your heart infested with worms,
continue to rot from the inside out , until you
are devoured by the gluttony of your own judgment.
From afar I sense, an avoidable destruction
an ongoing onslaught from one who despises the darkness
that plagues his own skin
and the eternal fascination with
What he can never be!
You, insouciant, implode into a body of celestial proportion.
To
Reincarnate
and
escape me,
the only one who shall never grant
Your rest in peace.
...Ah, that felt good to finally get out.
QUOTE OF THE DAYAnger ventilated often hurries toward forgiveness; and concealed often hardens into revenge.
~Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton<input ... ></input><input ... >
