Pure Hate lives within us All...
Some will never know it,
Some just get to feel a Glimpse of it...
Its Cinders can Scorch the Soul,
Or Fuel Black Desires...
Our Darkest Thoughts are Crafted,
In the Centre of this Dark Feeling...
The Ones who are Not Afraid of its Burning,
Embrace and Turn to Love it...
Thoughts Emerge from this Pit,
A Wicked Smile soothing the Face...
It can be Addicting,
Fantasy taking a Nightmarish Glow...
Though this doesn't feel Bad,
It Feels like the Wildest Dream...
But this Wicked thing must be Lost soon,
For of it Lingers the Darkness can seep out...
Sometimes bringing Inspiration,
Sometimes bringing True Destruction...
Pure Hate,
A Powerful Thing Indeed...-
February 14, 2007
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Poetry Collection
Poetry-Fractal Poetry- (Visual) Come, and take a glimpse into my mind... A collection of all the fractal poetry I've written through the years. Please also take a good look at the added pictures with each poem as they go hand in hand. (Those pictures (fra...