Venom's view on the most common two emotions: Hate and Love.
Hate is a simple thing; all you have to do is loathe.
But love, unfortunately, is not simple in the least.
With hate, you scoff and spit insults at one another,
Yet with love you admire and compliment one another.
A punch here and a cut there with an occasional kick,
They are completely unlike a warm embrace.
Instead of avoiding and ignoring them,
You constantly want to be around them.
Within the first few days you have gained a battle scar.
Within the first few days you are still too far.
You fight and fall and rise again.
You flirt and fail and refuse to try again.
Whether you win or lose does not matter,
Since your pride is too powerful to fall under the foot of defeat.
If you lose you will slowly fall into despair,
And even if you win you probably won't get anywhere.
Hate is a fire that consumes slowly,
Therefore it burns longer.
Love is a fire that consumes quickly,
Therefore it leaves nothing to burn later.
Hate will consume anything be it insults, scars, or blood.
Love will consume nothing but itself or flattery.
Hate, you see, is actually quite a noble emotion.
You share it with others and spread it like a disease.
Love, you see, is so overly self-centered.
You keep it to yourself and hide it from the whole world, even yourself.
Everyone knows how to hate.
Few know the basics of how to love.
Hate kills you from the outside in like a bullet.
Love kills you from the inside out like a sickness.
The bullet kills quick and almost painlessly,
While his sister sickness kills ever so slow and painfully.
Bullets are simple no matter the design.
Sicknesses are complex even in there simplest designs.
Would you rather die from a quick shot to the chest?
Or a seven year sickness eating you up until sweet death comes?
Would you rather die at the hand of your enemy?
Or die from rejection pushing you off of the edge?
Hate is predictable and safe.
You know your enemy all too well to lose.
Love is erratic and catastrophic.
You gamble and just hope that you will win.
Hate is simple.
You loathe your enemy and he loathes you.
Love is far too complex.
You love your friend but you could never know if they love you back.
I would rather be stabbed in the back by my enemy then through my heart by my so called lover. You can easily accept your enemy's hate, but rejection from your crush cannot be accepted for years to come. Do not die by your own hand because of your lover; die by the hand of your enemy to beat him to hell. You will then have won the fight.
