Hunger of Anger


It’s not the i choose to Hate You

It’s just that your nearness awakens a Darkness

It’s not that i have not attempted to choose numbness

It’s just that i honestly want/need to make you suffer and turn you to dust

It’s not that i do not know better I’m comfortably warmed by the thoughts of your demise 

It’s just that i quiver and quake in the aftermath of your magnitude of your destruction 


All of this born from the love you took and the interpretation and you twisted like Twizzlers


Dark humour you have warmed me gladly, chewing on bitterness was near emptiness

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