Serpent of spite, coiled in my mind,
Injects venom of hate, unkind.
It twists and turns, with wicked glee,
Taking over, consuming me.
I'm drugged by anger, can't break free,
It's infected all parts of me.
I revel in the pain it brings,
The burn, the sting, the bitter things.
The hate's alive, a fiendish creature,
Feeding off my rage with pleasure.
It growls and snarls, won't be denied,
And I'm left seething, filled with pride.
©jamielong
J