analee chatoo - Hate

Hate is distastful
When it creeps into your heart,
It sends out thorns,
It sends out spores,
It sends out roots.
It grows, it draws life from one's past
Memories or lies better called.
When hate germinates
The one who feeds it becomes nightmare incarnate.
The hated is the bringer of death and suicide,
Becomes the blade that springs life blood
Deep from within.
I have hated
With such a passion
Only equal to the love that was once the rose amongst the brambles. Dark Raven

analee chatoo

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