My hatred for you is pure pleasure

Your deceitful ways, I cannot measure
You leave me seething at the seam
My hatred for you is pure pleasure
You act so pure, but it’s just a feature
A mask you wear, that’s clearly seen
Your deceitful ways, I cannot measure
Your twisted words, a shameful treasure
I wish to end this toxic scheme
My hatred for you is pure pleasure
You plague me like a biting creature
Your actions cut, like a sharpened beam
Your deceitful ways, I cannot measure
I’ll leave you, and your empty leisure
Your lies and schemes, I’ll redeem
My hatred for you is pure pleasure
Your deceitful ways, I cannot measure.
©jamielong