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Author: She who sees Lies
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Reviews: 1 - Published: 07-02-08 - Updated: 07-02-08 - Complete - id:2539931
Rage of Hatred

Rage of Hatred

Burning rage that boils quick,

making the old, sly tongue real slick,

eyes like fire

and a heart of coal,

hell now rests within this soul.

Clenched up fists

And gritted teeth

Tensed up muscles

Envelop me.

Hatred burns like fire and oil,

You can watch this red blood boil.

Anger that rises to its max

Dismisses reason and all its facts

I don't care that I should cry

I don't care to say goodbye,

I don't show that I am weak,

That I am sensitive, timid, meek.

You don't need to see my heart,

Which it break and fall apart,

Anger and Hatred will take sad's place,

And rear its ugly-headed face,

But I don't even seem to care,

Give me a reason, go on, dare.

I'm ready to get rid of this steam,

Make it end, just like a dream,

But there's no way I'll end it first,

His blood is for what I thirst,

A friend he is, much like a brother,

But who needs him, I'll find another,

So why do I feel like this is a lie,

Why do I feel the need to cry?

Just let the anger bubble and brew

And let my hatred continue,

I can feel my blood rush fast,

I feel this feeling will always last.

I've had my heart torn to shreds,

By people who I thought were friends,

But this is the last straw,

I am threw,

And I have no more to say to you.



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