Stages of Sorrow

A Beast

Hatred comes from a little beast.

It resides in your heart and feeds off your emotions,

Feed it resent the beast becomes resentful,

Feed it compassion the beast becomes compassionate.

I was too late to realise this.

My monochrome heart was a place for the black beast.

At first, the beast was innocent, loving and optimistic.

Then, the beast chose to fell in love with a fraud.

It soon realised love was fake.

The beast grew into a parasite,

It endlessly fed on my hatred, regret and depression.

I couldn't retain it anymore,

I killed the beast.