'HATE'
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
dusted across bone structures and punched onto fine skin.
the words in bold, letter for letter, spitting and grim.
carved cursive, refined, with detail, sharp and darkening, clear but thin.
there's elegance in anger i guess, there's beauty in committing a sin.
if there weren't, there wouldn't be that attraction pulling from within.
dark blue and purple, drawn on like watercolors. sheer around the corners, dark and painful in the core.
hate, hate, hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
crave. crave. craving for more.
(and more and more and more and more.)
there's power and then there's need.
if you feel the need for power, only an ultimatum can set you free.
there's lust and then there's want.
so close, it is woven hair cells apart.
but the space between separates light from dark.
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
hate hate hate,
it reaches and pulls, corners together, dark and firm.
bones control the weather.
because what they feel is what decides, whether one lives or whether one dies.
guns in hands, they march these lands, till all there's left are all those unsaid,
words that have become dust on our bones.
and ashes that cover the once golden throne.
hate hate hate
hate hate hate
hate hate hate
hate hate hate
hate hate hate
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