Hate is a bittersweet amalgamation of the soul
a wonderful implication wrapped in ignorance
a twisted joy one feels
a blindfold put on by people who lack courage
Hate is a beautiful mystery of despiar and sorrow
a parasite that feeds off your essence untill you come a husk of what you once were
a cry for help in narcissictic isolation
a desolate void full of nothing but meloncholy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, hate filters the earth like the air we breath.