I Am Hate

I am Hate.
The very name pulls life from your lungs,
as you exhale to speak the word.
Hate
I am the spit that rides on your razor words.
That extra push that breaks through the rib cage.
The hand that strikes the tear stain cheaks.
I am the feeling after the fire, the father of rage.
Know me, I am Hate
I am the smerk on his face,
when you were only a child.
I am the sounds that drowned,
your screams for help.
I am every ripped pair of panties,
and blood stained rope.
I am simple, I am Hate.
I am the dirt in the lungs,
and the flesh under the nail.
I am the thousands of gallons of water,
that blanket your ravaged body.
I am the lie that hides the truth.
The shark in the lake, out of place, and all alone.
I am the dinasour too big to be swallowed
by the tar pit in the back of your mind.
I am forever and I am everywhere
I am Hate