Hatred
I am drunk on life
When it hurts to breathe
Sometimes its good
When love overwhelms
And you feel palpitating
Grief that you have understood
Something greater
Than simple humanity
When you are broken in it
Weeping in your beer
I feel love so deeply
I don’t know why
And when they say
Hatred is a good thing
Healthy
Though it disintigrates
Your insides
Bah…
I can see through
This blurry vision
The golden light
That resides in him
Who abused my senses
And it comforts me
How can I hate that?
I prefer this blissful
Drunkenness over
The rage of hate filled spite
But you can have it
If you want
I won’t judge you for it
Or you who loves the one
Who hates you
Damn it…
I am made of finer stuff
Than this idiotic
Waste of breath
Don’t burden me
Looking for a consolation
In your own hatred
I can’t be the company
That shares that misery.
Devah
2007
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