As uncontrollable as a wildfire 

And as thick as a dark smoke

As if every time you are around it 

You feel as if you choked

Hatred seems to turn every part of you into a dark ash

Ash as fine as burnt sand

And as black as the lining of the underworld

Ash that lingers

And gracefully falls

Falling as the screeching flames of its person attack

Appearing in a hot flash 

While it may seem tragic

Hatred does not appear just anywhere 

It is not magic

It is a feeling that is long-awaited

It has a beginning 

Whether it is a lit cigarette bud

Or a match being scratched against a rough red stripe

It has a spark to its flame

It is something that has been created

Hatred’s story pursues

Uncontrollably roaming the wild

And as long it lasts

It turns into a 

Deep 

Staining

Blood-red

Followed by a verse of attacking forces 

Causing silent screams 

And cries for help

Like a sting on the tip of your tongue

Like walking on hot coals

Making friendships light up in flames 

Making people appear as if they carry a cloud of darkness

Whether you can see the cloud that surrounds them or not

It is still there

And even though everything eventually comes to an end 

Hatred always leaves a smell

Whether it is gas 

Or burnt souls

Whether the smoke disappears 

Or the ash gets blown away 

There’s always the memory of what was once there

The pain that was once caused

The silent screams 

And cries for help