The Hatred In Me.

The Hatred in me.
Deeply buried, embedded into the core of my very being.
Yet. Now in a nascent stage, from out of hibernation, is destined to consume me.
Voices aloud! voices long buried, calling out my name from the past.
Demons not yet conquered, demons I never knew to exist.
Eating me up from inside. Gnawing at the fabric of my soul until it rots.
Rots from having being exposed directly to such Hate.
My head heavy with confusion, my shoulders burdened with weight
Carrying the weight of the world, the guilt of twenty lifetimes.
Feet sinking into the ground, promising to gulp me down whole in minutes!

And yet, there is hope
There is a way out
The only way out is to lose myself. Lose my current self, the rotten self and being born anew.
I don't like this person anymore. I don't like being chained to my rotting soul.
Imagine being shackled at the wrists watching a parasite consume you from the toes up.

There is hope.
There HAS to be.
There just simply HAS to.
And I intend to look for it.
A search that itself is a lifetime.

It's just a matter of time now.