your hate my friend
rings more true
than your concern
ever did
lately your
devious
cunning and
withdrawn
darkness
of desire
and lust
bursts
enveloping
you in
lurid
colours
gliding
away from
your tricksy
innards
mimicked,
withdrawn,
bulbous,
your guttered
hatred and
ignorance so
pronounced
nothing
could have
been more
stark
but this
clear, dire,
directed
detest
my friend
For a friend and the day that he lost himself.