Hate's Final Breathe

Removing the destructive voices of my youth from my mind.

Voices echo
Off the recess of my skull
Growing distorted
With each passing reverb
Until nothing remain
Of the original sound.

Yet
I have taken
And have incorporated them
Into my own inner critic.

Giving him
An acid laced tongue
Violently lash out
At my soul
With his anger
And rage.

Caring not
What damage is done
Only he can
Do so.

Would love to watch
As he drowns
In his own venom.

Burning away
Like he has done
To me
For so many years.

Don’t like taking pleasure
In other’s suffering
But this time
I can’t walk away
From this.

Need to know
This is his final
Breathe of hate.

Author's Note

please ignore any spelling or grammar errors.