In the silent echoes of a broken heart,
Hate dances with shadows, tearing apart.
A storm of whispers, sharp and cold,
In the depths of darkness, stories unfold.

Veins of anger, pulsing with fire,
Dreams consumed by a burning desire.
A venomous river flows through the soul,
Carving out voids, leaving nothing whole.

In the quiet of night, the mind replays,
Scenes of betrayal, in endless arrays.
The poison lingers, thick as the air,
A silent scream in the heart’s despair.

Yet even in bitterness, a fragile light,
Flickers softly, yearning to fight.
In hate’s embrace, love seeks to mend,
The broken pieces it hopes to send.