reaching a point of eruption
the festering has spread the infection
exacerbation has reached the limit
now my cup is over flowing
things, memories, sights and smells
now engulfed in fiery rage

I detest you
nay, I loathe the very thought of you
even now you steal a piece of my being
it's not your's, it doesn't belong to you
nor should have ever been
this hatred is exhausting
and I want to burn it to the ground