Their Hatred And Shame

I feel the disappointment of others,

Their hatred pouring down upon me,

Like a poisonous rainfall of lethargy,

Soaked in crimson, soul dissolving like a tablet.

 

Their shame is outwardly cold and unresponsive,

But inwardly screaming, shrieking, demonic rage.

They hate me, want to kill me.

I can't slip the noose their silent anger is strangling me in.

 

The shreds of paper lighting a warmthless fire,

Here, my pride and joy burns in cold ashes.

If you kill the one thing you give a damn about,

Maybe you can eventually give up.

The End

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