H8
Hate,
silent and calm,
the eye of the storm,
it sits there and waits
Hate,
unchanging and cold,
patient and bold,
and always awake
Hate,
well-acquainted and
trusted like an old friend,
it carries some of the worlds weight
for you
Hate,
cunning and sly,
a treacherous ally
lurking for mistakes
Hate,
it’s twisting your thoughts,
and whispering about loss,
proceeding to shake
you to the core
Hate,
it’s sneaking about
and fuelling your doubts,
resolve in its wake