Spikey tendrils of hate pierce my skin, burying themselves deeper in my soul. With every hurtful word I am eroded more until I am a withered husk, empty.
Your hate filled tongue filled with the venomous bile of lies, reaching my heart killing my name and poisoning my blood, I hate myself, I want to stop feeling. They fly away like birds on the wind, life lifting, floating on a breeze untill all that is left is a neverending peace
