The Nature of Hate

I see you sprawled across the floor

Your blueberry hair spilt down your face

I can still hear your silvery laughter

Can see your stern yet gentle grace



As I lay beside your body, thoughts fill my mind

Images of darkness play behind my shuttered eyes

I'm in a room, dank with darkness that fills me with despair

It's like a play and I'm a puppet, too weak and small to care



I'm in the room, I'm sitting, I'm tired, and pictures cross my mind

Pictures of you smiling, frowning, thinking, flashing by in clips

As these images pass me by, dark hands seize me from behind



My captors take an empty cup and press it to my lips

I try to spit or sputter but I know I can't resist

As bitter liquid fills my throat

I try to cough it up

I try to yell, to scream, to cry

My mouth is frozen shut



Finally I'm forced to swallow

My other choices gone

I find my heart is strangely hollow

As I realize that they've won



As the bitter juice begins to pump throughout my every vein

I close my eyes and heave my breath and the world now seems to change



The empty cup is passed to me from one I now call brother

I take a drink that fills me up, then pass it to another



With one small sip I've joined the ranks of all-consuming hate

Perhaps I could have fought it more, but now it's just too late



One look at you, covered with blood, let my demon free

Now there's no way to make things right, hope's abandoned me