[coolgal]: 288.Poetry.Hate

In my hatred it will keep,
hiding in the darkness; deep.

Within the folds of blackened clouds,
Bound in chains and tightest shrouds.

The monster of my coldness waits,
Lurking behind the iron gates.

Waiting for a moment true,
When all my anger will undo.

Then, it can escape at will,
And torment me, with joy and thrill.

This rampant monster runs free and wild,
Knowing no rules, like a misbehaved child.

And sadly enough, it's all of our fate.
The name of this thing, is simply... hate.

-the infamous b. russell