Hate consumes his mind, body and his soul
It fills him with rage, until he can't speak
He knows joy in life will never be whole
This hateful vibe 'round him tears and it's bleak
It burns within his soul like sparks from Hell
He feels it rise from its fiery depths
He wants to shout but he just cannot tell
If he can speak, his body is inept
This evil emotion claws at his throat
It's unsurpassable, he can't grab hold
Others see it in his eyes, they just gloat
Empty stares around him are all so cold
Hopefully it will go away someday
For then he will no longer have to pay
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:51 PM UTC
Hate consumes his mind, body and his soul
It fills him with rage, until he can't speak
He knows joy in life will never be whole
This hateful vibe 'round him tears and it's bleak
It burns within his soul like sparks from Hell
He feels it rise from its fiery depths
He wants to shout but he just cannot tell
If he can speak, his body is inept
This evil emotion claws at his throat
It's unsurpassable, he can't grab hold
Others see it in his eyes, they just gloat
Empty stares around him are all so cold
Hopefully it will go away someday
For then he will no longer have to pay
Written in 2005. I had originally had this in another form referring to reader as 'you' rather than 'him' My language teacher suggested I change it as it was too personal.
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