It (hate)

It lurks in every corner,
And darkens every room,
Its fingers pluck an instrument,
Screeching out a vile tune,

Its laughter consumes the air,
Piercing through the silence,
It creeps through every street,
Always hording violence,

It crawls through the sewer,
Its nails screeching the ground,
It invades to the surface,
And strangles everything around,

Its voice is but a whisper,
A chill creeping in the night,
It destroys all innocence,
Always taunting for a fight,

It has a human face,
A mask disguised as love,
Protecting you from violence,
Murders you wouldnt dream of,

Its unaccepting of new thoughts,
Its eyes are sewn shut,
Its ears are clogged with stubbornness,
And its hand always ach to cut,

It lives inside of you,
And it lives inside of me,
But once the hating ends,
It will no longer be free