A Feeling Felt I
My heart is resentful
My soul is full of hate
Directed to you or inwards
To the whole of everything
And to nothing all the same
I despise despising
And hate hate
I am confused
I am upset
My innermost being claws at itself
Conflicted;
Wishing for harm, for death
For peace, for love
For calm in the eye of Satan’s storm
My heart is tired
My soul is full of woe