Seething in fiery
fashion as tempus inside begins to boil
Beating in anger
at the pounding of the inner turmoil
Hot coals and ashes
are burning the eyes
Loud screams and
pain deafen the cries
Wounded and suffering
the loathing you feel
Directed in anger
only the hatred is real
Jaws clenched and
hurting fists turning white
Your object is there
if just out of sight
Temples are pounding
your head thrashes back
Chains all around
you you're pulling for slack
Objects are swirling
and come out of the haze
Like daggers and
darts shooting out from a maze
Knives at you soul
there's nowhere to go
Pain ever deeper
the like's you can't know
Focus now wavers
the hatred builds high
A crescendo of loathing
shoots to the sky
All of your being
is so tightly wound
Caught in the hatred
no escape to be found
Swelling and bloating
as you fester inside
Exploding at once
no scream as you die
hak
2204
/ 4 May 99
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