hades hath no fury
as an empty soul.
unrelenting and unloved,
your emotions reflect.
anyone can see
you live a hollow life,
heart hardened to stone,
hot to the touch.
constantly bubbling
just under the surface,
it hardly takes a thing
to send you over the edge.
the wrong words,
creeping up your throat,
choking out all reason.
you unleash hell with your tongue.
do you have regret?
the words that spill out,
dripping with venom,
coated from your insides.
yet you never hesitate,
turning away
as soon as the damage is done.
you hide from your mistakes.
it's easy to run
when you have the upper hand.
but when you're cut to the ground,
who's there to help?
