Hatred Is
Hatred is a shadow that waits,
patiently in the corner of your mind,
slowly curling into a fist.
Hatred is a hunger that doesn\'t stop,
gnawing at the edges of your thoughts,
never asking for permission.
Hatred is a fire that burns without light,
a quiet heat in the spaces between words,
choking the air with its need.
Hatred is a storm in the chest,
rising like an ocean in your throat,
crashing against reason.
Hatred is a wall you build inside,
stone by stone, each one a memory,
until nothing else can get through.
Hatred is a mirror that cracks,
fracturing your reflection until you are
unrecognizable in its shards.
Hatred is a silence that follows,
lingering in the space after the shout,
where nothing is ever said again.
Hatred is a shadow that waits,
patiently in the corners of your mind,
slowly curling into a fist.
Hatred is a wound that won’t heal,
left open like a scar on your soul,
reminding you of what was lost.
Hatred is a weight you carry,
slowly breaking your spine,
until you can no longer stand
Hatred is a hunger that doesn\'t stop,
gnawing at the edges of your thoughts,
never asking for permission.
Hatred is the end of everything,
and the beginning of nothing.