Your tongue must taste worse than gunpowder Bitter and cold Because of the words you speak Bloodied and vengeful Against everyone, including yourself Hate, dark as fresh coffee You live in a house thatβs burning Slowly to the ground Your hostility, slicing those trying to save you. My lips sizzle against your lonely ones And my palms ripped, bleeding, from grabbing yours I am the earth That smothers your ignited hatred