The Hate

The blood dries up
rotten it corrupts my veins,
my breath withers
it becomes fetid it's death.

There is a blaze
deep inside me,
it burns incessant
growing every moment.

It's a fire that stains me
a felling unaware to me,
that immolates love,
that immolates love
insulting, spitting, making fun,
in a grotesque laugh.

I open the door
and allow it comes,
they call it madness
I call it demon.
It hugs me, it covers me, it promises
Revenge to me!

My epileptic soul
convulses inside me
in spasms of desperation
in spasms of sadness and hate.

The fury explodes,
Wrath shine in my eyes,
I refuse the wonderful purity,
I give myself to destruction.