Hatred

I never knew that I could hate
someone like this, so passionate
Is the anger I feel inside
Deep rooted, sullen, vast and wide

I've tried to fight ungodly thoughts
Drawn from the deepness of my guts
A pool of black blood thick with rage
The cold-heartedness can't be guaged

I look at you and I see death
No tombstone, not even a wreath
But a corpse cursed, stiffened and cold
Filled with demons of sorts untold

From built up, pent up anger's stead
Is the pure contrived hatred breed
That's grown and set it's roots in me
Engulf into the darkness, thee

Copyright © 2009 Anthony Phillips (DUNTEE)