Hatred

Sometimes hate consumes us all, but sometimes we let it take over completely

Hate is a type of power,

Born from the sanity of the mind,

Growing into an everlasting friendship with the soul

Until it becomes one with your entire being.

Born from the everlasting depths of destruction,

Emerging into a source of everlasting fear

Filling your heart with darkness,

Until it becomes but a black hole.

Filling your mind with blind rage,

Until you lose control of your entire being.

Waiting for the right chance to strike out,

To get some type of revenge on all thouse around you.

You hurt them,

Burt your hatred doesn't go away.

It's not them you hate at all,

It's yourself you hate.

Your the one that messed up,

And yet you take your anger out on others.

Why do we do it?