I felt a fire burn inside of me.
Rage. Anger. Hate.
It burned eternal,
finding no water to quelch it.
I love.
I hate.
I hate as strong as I love.
The drum pounds in my ears.
Eternal beat.
I feel the fire,
Deep in the pit of my stomach.
How disgusting it is,
Slimey. Distrustful. Immature.
In the end,
I will be just as immature as he,
in those moments the fire...
the fire will burn.
Consume.
Burn till the rage is outlasted,
and there is a victor.
Myself.
Do you feel the fire deep inside?