Still Hate

Ill wishes forming eat,
away at bloody
flesh and bone
what of tears flooding
ragged memories that condone
whatever hopes that spring
Red tears sing softly against
pale white,
slow dread fills transforming
to fright, this
hate tears me up inside,
I feel like all goodness has died.

Even my most evil is better than some
the dirt and pain this hate
digs up smears my soul.
Light one candle and watch it burn,
I yearn for my previous indifference I,
don't like this hate I feel,
I kneel to the Goddess so I might overcome
so I might be forgiven
so that I might not be driven,
by this darkness
this pain the splatters and sizzles,
like droplets of water on a hot plate,
but I...
I still hate.

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