Live to Hate

when you long for the hurt

has it gone too far

when you hate your lover

and you wanna leave scars

has the hate blossomed

and become something more

have you become the monster

are you the w***e

but i loved the hate

when it became too much

i valued the violence

and i was never enough

no you never beat me

but you did with your eyes

the way you left me

and the way i cried

and that all changed me

i broke me down

and the hate moved in

and in its sweetness i drowned..

so then you let it live

you let it make you again

you left it take over

and you love the pain...

but when you become like me

and you want to hate

you do anything

just to feel the shake

so used you to use me

just so i could feel it again

i wanted that burning

i wanted that pain

see when the hate is your shield

from all the worlds pain

you do anything to hide

and shield you from it again

so when you long for the hate

is that too much

when you just wanna burn

you just wanna touch

is that hate gonna kill you

will it build up inside

or will it drive you to be strong

cause it makes me feel alive....

 

Reviews

[BLACKCRUSH]

I can feel the rage comming of this page .when I was reading it I felt like my body should have been engulfed in flames. This is a strong piece and I think you conveyed your points well. Very scary and well done

[Duolon]

Oblivion devouring darkness. The division of light from dark, A God, your heart.
Destruction breeds creation. And yet the violent can meet violent ends. The violent can make many friends as well and wallow in wealth. Just ask your countries government, if they'll tell you. Wolves breed in silence the pestilence that revokes all voices against them. I tell them "Quiet" in fear obeying every word I pronounce. Pouncing on the wicked as the wicked. Circle of flesh. Best taste, to break the back and chew the marrow of the narrow minded. Blinded beasts should be put to sleep (know this is just the dark side of me). Bleed the reality from the needy, and when deadly forces consume. All thats left is room to breathe. Space to feed. In the greed within each souls heart, I spark a flame on the gasoline altar of earth. To purify it of its pointless worth. I need you, I want you, I use you, I bruise you, I disprove you. And in truth, all there is is you.
So feel free to move the peices to wherever you please. Life is an easel, paint your own dreams. In hate, in love, in grace, in the One. Rules are only regulated by death, and death is only an illusion. So to answer your question...
Hate to feel great. Feel great to make haste to the desiring fire inside of the Choior.
You are higher than the infinite sky. And why speak like wickedness has a home and a bed, and food to be fed. Because it does. All wrapped in the forest of love.
Funeral Moon aglow.

[Duolon]

Ahh, the ease of release of pent up anger and rage. Doctors always say that youre not supposed to keep that stuff bottled up inside. And the drama. Lovers in love. Fear not young daughter of Jupiter. Relationships are so like poison. Sweet going down, then eats at your stomach lining, the last thing you see is blackness. Your poems lately have been about relationships. And Im impressed, its just that I get so frustrated cuz I feel like I need to get in and fight too.
And my point is? I absolutley hate broken relationships!

[Domo]

Makes me want to never f**k with you for sure.
Nice piece of work here, good job.
~D♥m♥~

[deeps]

Such a deep dark emotional write here

[E.j.aka.Hannah]

yet another dark poem....i do believe I know who this is about...KILL HIM!!!! can I help?