Untold Whispers

Born Hatred

Have you tasted death's kiss?
Have you hungered to kill?
~.•.~

Once named in tragical reminisce,
Is blood, life's crimson bliss,
Isolated, from our blitheful abyss.

Fear, death's caliginous gift
Spoken by ever mind drift,
Worshipped, in obscure attraction.
~,•'~

It's a pity, for instinct to be shun by emotion,
Drunk in an lurid ocean, of lies and devotion.
It lusts in foul dread
Growing, flourishing on our crescent despair
Belatedly granting, our long cherished death.
~'•,~

No prayer nor flare shall erase what is fated,
It'll joyously come once we fall to bed,
Born hatred.