Request XxFire-PhionexxX
(The Art of Hating)
He wants the world to burn
And rip itself apart
In a column of smoke
He wants every goddamn marine
And pirate
And citizen
Everything down to the last bacteria
To turn to ash
.
He'd like to think
He's one of those people
Who would've given up on life
But was not so weak
As to surrender
To blissful darkness
He turned it all outwards
Onto every other life
Than his own
(He thinks it makes him strong,
But somewhere,
In the back of his mind,
He knows it might mean
He's actually weaker)
.
He wants the world to drown
To scramble for the surface
To beg for life
And he wants to be the one
Standing in the boat
Grinding his foot
Into their desperate fingers
.
He'd like to think
This makes him ruthless
A heart made of iron in his chest
(If he has a heart at all)
He will do what needs to be done
(But somewhere,
In the back of his mind,
He knows this might just mean
His walls are made of glass
And he must send those people
Back into the ocean without mercy
Else his heart may shatter)
.
He wants the world to suffocate
To choke on their own sins
So that every single person
Can taste their wrongdoings
As they receive punishment
For what they've done
.
(He'd like to think
This will be the final reckoning
And his hate will be at peace
But somewhere,
In the back of his mind,
He suspects it wont make him feel better
In fact, he suspects
He will be clawing for air
Along with everyone else)
.
He want's the world to be crushed
Mountains of rock
To obliterate every sign of life
Every building
And tree
So that a new world is born
One without mistakes or sins
And humanity can try again
.
He'd like to think
This will solve all problems
All death and cruelty and hate
(But somewhere,
In the back of his mind,
He has a feeling
That wouldn't solve anything
Because humans are humans
No matter how many times
The world is born over)
.
He wants the world to perish
In a sea of sickness
He wants every goddamn marine
And pirate
And citizen
To sweat and cry
Over the pain
Of their skin turning pale
He wants every living soul
To perish
In a wave of wrath
And he will watch,
His white skinned hands trembling,
As his cry is answered
.
He'd like to think
That's all he wants
The true vengeance
Against everything
And that his hate will fade away
(But somewhere,
In the back of his mind,
He knows that's only the first part
Because after they fall in sickness
And are begging for death
He wants to cure them
Because, no matter how much
He wants the world to burn
Or drown
Or suffocate
Or be crushed
He wants them to learn a lesson even more
So that never again
Will a little boy
Loose his parents
And little sister
To human cruelty)
.
He's just stuck on step one