Beneath the hate
Simmers the rage-
Where the shadows cover(s)
Their cold, cold face.
Soon, soon, soon, the grip(s) of hate
Fester(s) and blisters again
Rots and eats away
The lights of love and humanity.
Now the shadows await,
Hovers and infested inside hate
Ready to swallow whole,
The pieces of their rotten souls.
Tap, tap, tap.
Taps the nails on the coffin door.
Now, dust, dust to dust,
Powerless from their hate to stop the shadows
From seeping in the bloodless cold.
