Saturday, April 3, 2021

Beneath The Hate


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.

  

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